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, lovely, oh, whoa whoa
Sexy ladies goin' 'cause 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 it all, shootouts and fistfights
bitch, you go wrong I get right
Back with a classic, now gimme six
Can't reach me on the phone, then a bitch a kite
Man, I do's it in heels or a of crisp Nikes

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

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

Me and my team, we to own casinos
So we can all cop like Pacino's
Come through in the oh-six
The feds tryin' to us down 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, they'll 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 done did somethin' that 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 got to prove it

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

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

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