Luyện nghe bài hát Whoa

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

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

Stand behind Martin Luther King, but I'm more like X
Guerillas beatin' on they chest, get it right on X
Just keep the peace 'cause if 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 bitch from the escalator
And I ain't off you rats and investigators
Get your envelopes, 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 crazy 'cause the beat's like, whoa whoa whoa

Me and my team, we tryin' to own
So we can all cop like Pacino's
Come through in the oh-six
The tryin' to shut us down like Nino
We it goin', man, we keep it goin', man
stop, can't gotta keep it goin', man
See I do it for the fans, they'll understand
they goin' off course, me I'm stickin' to the plan

Feel the movement, it's a whole new
Fuck Junior M.A.F.I.A., that is through
Them faggots done did somethin' that they undo
ridin' with 'em they can get one too
Coulda out to a one to three do
Still it to trial, even though I blew
Crooklyn style, how we do it
I'll gangsters and ain't got to 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, lovely, oh, whoa whoa
Sexy goin' crazy 'cause the beat's like, whoa whoa whoa

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

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