Luyện nghe bài hát Whatever

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

Real hot, while flashin' out, Gucci jean suit
Jacket foult, oh yeah, belt, uh, she so independent
But I slapped her, why? 'Cause I ain't slapped a ho in a
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, triggas
Pig nigga, bring the in 6 figures

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

Cats don't mess with y'all, 'cause are dummies
Cats fuck with me I tell, "Let's get money
Get it, get a Benz, come through on
Me and Jim jones, stay 2 on 20
Fuck it, the hoods scary and all my whips they should
You cheap niggaz still up up in Woodbury
I'm 5th Westwood,
Sarachuf, Paragamo, John

And my girls be blessin' me first
Took 'em out of foot and that referee shirt
And I put that on the death of me first, 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 ma, goof this in your pussy chick
All these sleazes to be my Hillary, Winnie or wheezy
take it easy

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, let's stab 'em, stick 'em let's get 'em, get all of his spinach
Grab 'em, and flip 'em, killa get all of the women
Bacardi in lemon, Ferri at lemon, in Lennon
Sorry I'm limbin', I'm just fronin' ya tittes
I'll touch 'em, I'll 'em, I'll hug 'em, I'll suck 'em
If I'm a chick, most likely I'm trying to fuck 'em
Not tryin' cuff 'em, tryin' a duck 'em, lyin' I 'em
Have with a pie in they're

Shit, to me, y'all a a dozen
No for buzzin', beat it, go find a husband
Shit, that'll 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 stop my

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

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

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