Luyện nghe bài hát Whatever

I'm in a whip smashin' it
Mase wen't to church, set down, it
Who me? Devil's advocate
Tell a to cry, just so you could fail to lie
Me, un, suge, Pac would go to jail and die for
Fuck school, a and e major, huh flavors, uh
Listen to the coach you heard the players got schemin'
Philly hoes boost clothes from out of Marcus

Real hot, while your out, Gucci jean suit
foult, oh yeah, matchin' 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, click
Pig nigga, bring the hook in 6

For my cats with the ice, who need no wife
We gettin' head tonight,
To all my honeys stall, give a dummy a call
Get his money and ball,

Cats don't mess with y'all, 'cause are dummies
fuck 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 scary and all my whips should vary
You cheap niggaz still up up in Woodbury
I'm 5th Westwood,
Sarachuf, Paragamo, Galiano

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

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

Yo, yo, stab 'em, let's stick 'em let's get 'em, get all of his spinach
Grab 'em, and flip 'em, while killa get all of the
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, I'll hug 'em, suck 'em
If I'm with a chick, most I'm trying to fuck 'em
Not tryin' cuff 'em, a duck 'em, lyin' I love 'em
Have with a pie in they're

Shit, to me, y'all a a dozen
No time for buzzin', 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 is bent
My ratio up in here, fucked 40
Shit, is sour, armaretta, yo
Ya Whatever, forever, but won't stop my

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

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

And I don't how bad no chick is
I ain't lickin' feet, whatever
Killa,whatever