Luyện nghe bài hát Whoa

My niggaz, pull triggers, stack figures, whoa whoa
Snitch niggaz, niggaz, not my niggaz, no no no
In the club we 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 the convertible ceilings
It's the black widow, me Miss White
I been through it all, shootouts and fistfights
Crooklyn bitch, you go wrong I get
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 pair of Nikes

Stand behind Martin 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 and I don't wanna see you stressed
Champagne at my campaign, Kim for
you I'm the same bitch from the escalator
And I ain't trippin' off you 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, sittin' lovely, oh, whoa
Sexy ladies goin' '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 Benz-itos
The feds to shut us down like Nino
We keep it goin', man, we it goin', man
Won't stop, can't gotta it goin', man
See I do it for the fans, they'll 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., that chapter is
Them faggots done did somethin' that can't undo
Whoever with 'em they can get one too
copped out to a one to three do
Still took it to trial, even though I
style, that's how we do it
I'll gangsters and ain't got to it

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

Now a ain't a party 'til the Queen come through
You where I go, man, the team come too
Pull up in the Phantom or the
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 from the ghetto it was from the get go
Then I showed the hood the world ain't just made for folk
Get'cha little dance up, BK up
to the dance floor, everybody hands up
Throw it up, get down, fellas hold pants up
throw it right back, tell that nigga man up

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 crazy 'cause the beat's like, whoa whoa whoa