Luyện nghe bài hát Whatever

I'm in a whip smashin' it
wen't to church, set down, imagine it
Who me? Devil's shit
a tail to cry, just so you could fail to lie
Me, un, suge, Pac would go to and die for this
school, a and e murder major, huh flavors, uh
Listen to the coach you heard the got schemin' targets
Philly hoes clothes from out of Newman Marcus

Real hot, while your flashin' out, Gucci jean
Jacket foult, oh yeah, belt, uh, she so independent
But I slapped her, why? I ain't slapped a ho in a minute
I'm low, low, low in a range ROV
fo frontin', be the same fo who'll get it
Uh, and we big cats, jig cats, triggas
Pig nigga, bring the in 6 figures

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

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

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

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

Yo, yo, let's stab 'em, let's stick 'em get 'em, get all of his spinach
'em, and flip 'em, while killa get all of the women
Bacardi in lemon, Ferri at lemon, party in
Sorry I'm limbin', I'm just fronin' y'all; ya
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 cuff 'em, tryin' a duck 'em, lyin' I love 'em
Have with a pie in they're

Shit, to me, y'all a dime a
No time for buzzin', beat it, go 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 is bent
My ratio up in here, 40 percent
Shit, is sour, armaretta, yo
Ya Whatever, forever, but won't my chedda

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

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

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