Luyện nghe bài hát Whatever

I'm in a tail smashin' it
Mase to church, set down, imagine it
Who me? advocate shit
Tell a tail to cry, just so you fail to lie
Me, un, suge, Pac go to jail and die for this
school, a and e murder major, huh flavors, uh
Listen to the you heard the players got schemin' targets
Philly hoes boost clothes out of Newman Marcus

Real hot, your flashin' out, Gucci jean suit
Jacket foult, oh yeah, belt, uh, she so independent
But I slapped her, why? 'Cause I slapped a ho in a minute
I'm low, low, low in a ROV tinted
fo frontin', be the same fo who'll get it
Uh, and we big cats, jig cats, click
Pig nigga, bring the in 6 figures

For my with the ice, who don't need no wife
We gettin' head tonight,
To all my honeys that stall, give a dummy a
Get his and ball, whatever

Cats don't mess with y'all, 'cause y'all are
Cats fuck with me 'cause I tell, "Let's get
Get it, get a Benz, come on 20's
Me and Jim jones, fighting 2 on 20
Fuck it, the scary and all my whips they should vary
You cheap niggaz shopping up up in Woodbury
I'm 5th Westwood,
Sarachuf, Paragamo, Galiano

And my girls be blessin' me first
Took 'em out of foot locker and that referee
And I put that on the death of me first, test me, squirt
Best be alert, 'cause yo sexy hurt
Uh, cause one thing I can't is a pussy chick
I need a here ma, this in your pussy chick
All these trying to be my Hillary, Winnie or wheezy
Ladies take it

To all my cats in the club, who be at the bar
We gettin' head in the car,
To all my women whippin' a jeep, it sweet
'em lickin' your feet,whatever

Yo, yo, let's stab 'em, stick 'em let's get 'em, get all of his spinach
Grab 'em, and 'em, while killa get all of the women
Bacardi in lemon, Ferri at lemon, party in
Sorry I'm limbin', I'm just fronin' ya tittes
I'll touch 'em, I'll kiss 'em, hug 'em, I'll suck 'em
If I'm a chick, most likely I'm trying to fuck 'em
Not tryin' cuff 'em, tryin' a duck 'em, lyin' I 'em
Have a pie in they're oven

Shit, to me, y'all a dime a
No for buzzin', beat it, go find a husband
Shit, that'll trick on you, buy you a ton of
I'm at the tunnel, let in 500 hoes
I'm at the bar, see shorty is
My ratio up in here, 40 percent
Shit, is sour, armaretta, yo
Ya Whatever, forever, but stop my chedda

For all my cats with the ice, who need no wife
We head tonight, whatever
To my honey's that stall, give a a call
Get his money and ball,

To all my in the club, who be dead at the bar
We gettin' head in the car,
To all my whippin' a jeep
Getting it sweet, 'em lickin' ya feet, whatever

And I don't care how bad no is
I ain't nobody's feet, whatever
Killa,whatever