Luyện nghe bài hát Whoa

My niggaz, triggers, stack figures, whoa whoa whoa
niggaz, broke niggaz, not my niggaz, no no no
In the club we sippin' dom p, sittin' lovely, oh, whoa
Sexy ladies goin' crazy the beat's like, whoa whoa whoa

Fresh out The building
To Bentley Coupes the convertible ceilings
It's the widow, call me Miss White
I done been through it all, and fistfights
Crooklyn bitch, you go wrong I get
with a classic, now gimme six mics
Can't reach me on the phone, then send a bitch a
Man, I it in heels or a pair of crisp Nikes

behind Martin Luther King, but I'm more like Malcolm X
Guerillas beatin' on they chest, get it on Malcolm X
Just keep the 'cause if cowards show me disrespect
My niggaz put his soul to rest and I wanna see you stressed
Champagne at my campaign, Kim for
Told you I'm the same from the escalator
And I ain't off you rats and investigators
Get envelopes, time to address the haters

My niggaz, pull triggers, stack figures, whoa whoa
Snitch niggaz, niggaz, not my niggaz, no no no
In the club we sippin' dom p, lovely, oh, whoa whoa
ladies goin' crazy 'cause the beat's like, whoa whoa whoa

Me and my team, we to own casinos
So we can all cop like Pacino's
through in the oh-six Benz-itos
The feds tryin' to shut us like Nino
We keep it goin', man, we it goin', man
Won't stop, can't keep it goin', man
See I do it for the fans, never understand
While they goin' off course, me I'm to the plan

the movement, it's a whole new crew
Fuck M.A.F.I.A., that chapter is through
Them faggots done did somethin' they can't undo
ridin' with 'em they can get one too
Coulda out to a one to three do
Still took it to trial, though I blew
style, that's how we do it
I'll gangsters and ain't got to it

My niggaz, pull triggers, figures, whoa whoa whoa
niggaz, broke niggaz, not my niggaz, no no no
In the club we dom p, sittin' lovely, oh, whoa whoa
Sexy ladies goin' crazy 'cause the like, whoa whoa whoa

Now a party a party 'til the Queen come through
You know where I go, man, the team too
up in the Phantom or the V-1-2
Lil' Kim's girl, even got her own shoe
In the with my clique though, glass full of Cristal
In the jail jumpsuit, still a bad though
Rose the ghetto it was hard from the get go
Then I showed the hood the world ain't made for rich folk
Get'cha dance up, BK stand up
Straight to the dance floor, everybody up
Throw it up, get down, hold your pants up
Ladies throw it right back, tell that man up

My niggaz, pull triggers, stack figures, whoa whoa
Snitch niggaz, niggaz, not my niggaz, no no no
In the club we dom p, sittin' lovely, oh, whoa whoa
Sexy ladies goin' 'cause the beat's like, whoa whoa whoa