Luyện nghe bài hát Whoa

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

Fresh out The Federal
To Bentley Coupes with the convertible
It's the black widow, call me Miss
I done been it all, shootouts and fistfights
Crooklyn bitch, you go I get right
Back with a classic, now six mics
reach me on the phone, then send a bitch a kite
Man, I it in heels or a pair of crisp Nikes

Stand behind Luther King, but I'm more like Malcolm X
Guerillas beatin' on chest, get it right on Malcolm X
Just keep the 'cause if cowards show me disrespect
My niggaz put his to rest and I don't wanna see you stressed
Champagne at my campaign, Kim for
you I'm the same bitch from the escalator
And I ain't off you rats and investigators
Get envelopes, time to address the haters

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
ladies goin' crazy 'cause 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 tryin' to shut us down like
We it goin', man, we keep it goin', man
Won't stop, can't keep it goin', man
See I do it for the fans, they'll understand
they goin' off course, me I'm stickin' to the plan

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

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

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

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