Luyện nghe bài hát Whatever

I'm in a tail smashin' 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 and die for this
Fuck school, a and e major, huh flavors, uh
Listen to the coach you heard the got schemin' targets
Philly boost clothes from out of Newman Marcus

hot, while your flashin' out, Gucci jean suit
Jacket foult, oh yeah, matchin' belt, uh, she so
But I slapped her, why? 'Cause I ain't a ho in a minute
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 hook in 6

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

Cats don't mess y'all, 'cause y'all are dummies
Cats fuck with me 'cause I tell, "Let's get
Get it, get a Benz, through on 20's
Me and Jim jones, fighting 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, John

And my they 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 could hurt
Uh, cause one thing I can't stand is a pussy
I need a here ma, goof this in pussy chick
All these sleazes trying to be my Hillary, Winnie or
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 whippin' a jeep, getting it
Have 'em lickin' feet,whatever

Yo, yo, stab 'em, let's stick 'em let's get 'em, get all of his spinach
'em, and flip 'em, while killa get all of the women
Bacardi in lemon, Ferri at lemon, party in
Sorry I'm limbin', I'm fronin' y'all; ya tittes
I'll touch 'em, I'll kiss 'em, I'll hug 'em, I'll 'em
If I'm with a chick, most likely I'm to fuck 'em
Not tryin' cuff 'em, tryin' a duck 'em, lyin' I '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 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 don't need no
We gettin' head tonight,
To my honey's stall, give a dummy a call
Get his and ball, whatever

To all my in the club, who be dead at the bar
We gettin' 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 nobody's feet, whatever
Killa,whatever