Luyện nghe bài hát Whatever

I'm in a whip smashin' it
Mase to church, set down, imagine it
Who me? Devil's shit
Tell a to cry, just so you could fail to lie
Me, un, suge, Pac go to jail and die for this
school, a and e murder 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 flashin' out, Gucci jean
Jacket foult, oh yeah, matchin' belt, uh, she so
But I slapped her, 'Cause I ain't slapped a ho in a minute
I'm low, low, low in a ROV tinted
Same fo frontin', be the same fo get it
Uh, and we big cats, jig cats, click
Pig nigga, bring the hook in 6

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

Cats mess with y'all, 'cause y'all are dummies
Cats fuck with me 'cause I tell, "Let's get
Get it, get a Benz, come on 20's
Me and Jim jones, fighting 2 on 20
Fuck it, the hoods and all my whips they should vary
You niggaz still shopping up up in Woodbury
I'm 5th Westwood,
Sarachuf, Paragamo, John

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

To all my in the club, who be dead at the bar
We gettin' head in the car,
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 get all of the women
in lemon, Ferri at lemon, party in Lennon
Sorry I'm limbin', I'm just y'all; ya tittes
I'll touch 'em, I'll kiss 'em, I'll hug 'em, I'll '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 oven

Shit, to me, y'all a a dozen
No for buzzin', beat it, go find a husband
Shit, trick on you, buy you a ton of clothes
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 my chedda

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

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

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