Luyện nghe bài hát Whoa

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

Fresh out The Federal
To Bentley Coupes with the ceilings
It's the black widow, call me Miss
I done been through it all, and fistfights
Crooklyn bitch, you go I get right
Back a classic, now gimme six mics
Can't reach me on the phone, then a bitch a kite
Man, I do's it in heels or a of crisp Nikes

Stand Martin Luther 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 rats and
Get your envelopes, time to address the

My niggaz, pull triggers, stack figures, whoa whoa
niggaz, broke 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

Me and my team, we to own casinos
So we can all cop dreams like
Come in the oh-six Benz-itos
The tryin' to shut us down like Nino
We keep it goin', man, we it goin', man
stop, can't gotta keep it goin', man
See I do it for the fans, they'll never
While they goin' off course, me I'm stickin' to the

Feel the movement, it's a whole new
Junior M.A.F.I.A., that chapter is through
Them faggots done did somethin' that they can't
Whoever with 'em they can get one too
Coulda out to a one to three do
Still took it to trial, even I blew
Crooklyn style, how we do it
I'll and ain't got to prove it

My niggaz, triggers, stack figures, whoa whoa whoa
niggaz, broke niggaz, not my niggaz, no no no
In the club we dom p, sittin' lovely, oh, whoa whoa
Sexy ladies goin' crazy the beat's like, whoa whoa whoa

Now a party a party 'til the Queen come through
You where I go, man, the team come too
Pull up in the or the V-1-2
Kim's that girl, even got her own shoe
In the club with my clique though, glass of Cristal
In the jail jumpsuit, still a bad though
Rose from the it was hard from the get go
Then I showed the hood the ain't just made for rich folk
little dance up, BK stand up
Straight to the dance floor, hands up
it up, get down, fellas hold 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, lovely, oh, whoa whoa
Sexy goin' crazy 'cause the beat's like, whoa whoa whoa