Luyện nghe bài hát Whip It

Okay, you aint know
Its F baby like a newborn bitch
You aint know
I put your girl to work now, heres a bitch

Pimpin here and I aint Santa Clause
But yeah, I make it rain
out the ass
Yeah, out the rear

at the plate
I could bunt it out of here safe as a
Aint no button on this motherfucker
Where the motherfucker?

the case, Doc the judge
Weezy F the ample
12 witnesses
Thats what I a hung jury

Brung Jerry Bling
I made that but I even say that
As much as say that
way back

Boy you should up
It must of been mine,
hair, pretty eyes
Light skin, fine

Phat ass, skinny
feet, pretty woman
Walking the street
Cause I put her out my

I dont save em, I em
They want F
I bad grade em, I dont em
I em

100 on the chest, 100 on the arm
so thick I cant even make a fist
Nigga, how you do it
Cause I do it like

Yeah, and I do my Wayne
And every time I do it I do my
Yeah, and I do my Wayne
And every time I do it I do my

Kunta Kinte on my shit,
Like I ate a of roots for dinner
But I ate a of loot for dinner
Im in the sellin fruit to sinners

Like apples to Shaq, hey big
And do remember like Brenda
2 grand still get ya four and a
Ima kill em when I drop like Im holdin a

F
The F is for dont forget the
And bitch, Ive hot
But you dont know me from

And if Manning up
You better me youre Peyton
But you aint ballin, no sir
Not

get shipped , bricks get cut
Dr. Carter, Nip &
Yeah, but you call me Wayne
But now watch me and my chain,

Yes, its me
Bigalow on these he bitches
Flu
Flyer then Bird Coupe like a two

do you know?
I the streets bitch
And this is my
And you can eat

Got them girls in my bathroom with their out
Cause Im fly flyers they passin out
We out, we young Mula
I got that 12 gauge make me 1 2 ya

3 4 5 bitch, suwoop
If you on my train, bitch, cho cho
Like you got my dick in your
And Ima do me, bitch, with you or

Shit right sometimes
And from the top everybody 19
And Im
The dont lie

And if stop makin Cadillacs
I Im gon die
And if the man
have no more onions Ima cry

And if yif was a piff then Id rather wine
Shit, Ima my time
Now, am I crazy or just
Cause Im tired of ballin

And I roll with my like its Harley party
And we roll with them choppers its a Harley party
We are all dressed in red its a scarlet party
I was ballin in New Orleans way before the Charlotte

Im an X man, bitch, I talkin McCormick
Put the dishes in the sank
No but I get paid like a piggy bank
I spit like backwash,

No talk, I act lost
But I bet money find me
Your telling jokes
You got them funny
I got them sunny

I got money problems
Christopher Wallace
Fuck bitches, get
money