Luyện nghe bài hát Whatever

I'm in a whip tail it
Mase to church, set down, imagine it
Who me? Devil's advocate
Tell a tail to cry, so you could fail to lie
Me, un, suge, Pac would go to jail and die for
school, a and e murder major, huh flavors, uh
Listen to the coach you heard the players got targets
Philly hoes boost clothes out of Newman Marcus

Real hot, while your flashin' out, jean suit
foult, oh yeah, matchin' belt, uh, she so independent
But I slapped her, why? 'Cause I ain't a ho in a minute
I'm low, low, low in a ROV tinted
fo frontin', be the same fo who'll get it
Uh, and we big cats, jig cats, click
Pig nigga, the hook in 6 figures

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

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

And my girls they be me first
Took 'em out of foot and that referee shirt
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 need a here ma, goof this in your pussy
All these sleazes trying to be my Hillary, Winnie or
take it easy

To all my cats in the club, who be at the bar
We head in the car, whatever
To all my women a jeep, getting it sweet
'em lickin' 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 killa get all of the
Bacardi in lemon, Ferri at lemon, party in
Sorry I'm limbin', I'm just y'all; ya tittes
I'll touch 'em, I'll kiss 'em, I'll hug 'em, suck 'em
If I'm with a chick, likely I'm trying to fuck 'em
Not tryin' cuff 'em, tryin' a 'em, lyin' I love 'em
Have a pie in they're oven

Shit, to me, a dime 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, they let in 500
I'm at the bar, see is bent
My up in here, fucked 40 percent
Shit, is sour, armaretta, yo
Ya Whatever, forever, but won't my chedda

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

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

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