Luyện nghe bài hát Whoa

My niggaz, pull triggers, 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' crazy 'cause the beat's like, whoa whoa

out The Federal building
To Bentley Coupes with the ceilings
It's the black widow, call me White
I done been it all, shootouts and fistfights
Crooklyn bitch, you go wrong I get
Back with a classic, now six mics
Can't reach me on the phone, send a bitch a kite
Man, I do's it in heels or a pair of crisp

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

My niggaz, pull triggers, stack figures, 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 '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 shut us like Nino
We it goin', man, we keep it goin', man
Won't stop, can't gotta it goin', man
See I do it for the fans, never understand
While they goin' off course, me I'm stickin' to the

the movement, it's a whole new crew
Fuck Junior M.A.F.I.A., chapter is through
Them faggots done did somethin' that can't undo
ridin' with 'em they can get one too
Coulda copped out to a one to do
Still took it to trial, even though I
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 club we sippin' dom p, sittin' lovely, oh, whoa
Sexy ladies goin' crazy 'cause the beat's like, whoa whoa

Now a party a party 'til the Queen come through
You where I go, man, the team come too
up in the Phantom or the V-1-2
Lil' Kim's that girl, got her own shoe
In the club with my clique though, glass full of
In the jail jumpsuit, a bad bitch though
from the ghetto it was hard from the get go
Then I showed the hood the world ain't just made for rich
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, 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 'cause the beat's like, whoa whoa