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 like, whoa whoa whoa

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

Stand Martin Luther King, but I'm more like Malcolm X
Guerillas on they chest, get it right on Malcolm X
Just keep the peace if cowards show me disrespect
My niggaz put his soul to rest and I wanna see you stressed
Champagne at my campaign, Kim for
Told you I'm the same from the escalator
And I trippin' off you rats and investigators
Get your envelopes, to address the haters

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 the beat's like, whoa whoa whoa

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

Feel the movement, a whole new crew
Fuck M.A.F.I.A., that chapter is through
Them faggots done did somethin' that they can't
ridin' 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
gangsters and ain't got to prove 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, sittin' lovely, oh, whoa
Sexy ladies goin' crazy the beat's like, whoa whoa whoa

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

My niggaz, pull triggers, figures, whoa 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