Luyện nghe bài hát Whatever

I'm in a tail smashin' it
Mase to church, set down, imagine it
Who me? Devil's shit
Tell a tail to cry, so you could fail to lie
Me, un, suge, Pac go to jail and die for this
Fuck school, a and e major, huh flavors, uh
Listen to the coach you the players got schemin' targets
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, why? 'Cause I ain't slapped a ho in a
I'm low, low, low in a range ROV
Same fo frontin', be the same fo get it
Uh, and we big cats, jig cats, click
Pig nigga, bring the in 6 figures

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

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

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

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

Yo, yo, let's stab 'em, let's stick 'em get 'em, get all of his spinach
'em, and flip 'em, while killa get all of the women
Bacardi in lemon, at lemon, party in Lennon
Sorry I'm limbin', I'm just fronin' y'all; ya
touch 'em, I'll kiss 'em, I'll hug 'em, I'll 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 oven

Shit, to me, y'all a dime a
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 shorty is
My ratio up in here, fucked 40
Shit, is sour, armaretta, yo
Ya Whatever, forever, but stop my chedda

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

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, 'em lickin' ya feet, whatever

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