Luyện nghe bài hát Whatever

I'm in a tail smashin' it
Mase wen't to church, set down, it
Who me? Devil's advocate
a tail to cry, just 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 you heard the players got schemin' targets
Philly hoes boost clothes out of Newman Marcus

Real hot, while your out, Gucci jean suit
Jacket foult, oh yeah, matchin' belt, uh, she so
But I slapped her, why? I ain't slapped a ho in a minute
I'm low, low, low in a ROV tinted
Same fo frontin', be the 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 gettin' head tonight,
To all my honeys that stall, give a a call
Get his and ball, whatever

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, stay 2 on 20
Fuck it, the hoods scary and all my whips they vary
You cheap niggaz still shopping up up in
I'm 5th Westwood,
Sarachuf, Paragamo, Galiano

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

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

Yo, yo, let's 'em, let's stick 'em let's get 'em, get all of his spinach
Grab 'em, and flip 'em, while 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 kiss 'em, 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 'em, lyin' I love 'em
Have with a pie in they're

Shit, to me, y'all a dime a
No time for buzzin', 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 ratio up in here, fucked 40
Shit, is sour, armaretta, yo
Ya Whatever, forever, but won't my chedda

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

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

And I don't how bad no chick is
I ain't lickin' feet, whatever
Killa,whatever