Luyện nghe bài hát Whateva Man

Microphone one two
Aye yo, you ready to get man?
Yo, man
You ready to get drunk as
man
You, you sayin'
man
Aye yo
man
Check it, V

(I keeps it bangin', it swangin'
type of sangin')
Oh-la-la-la!
(So cha sayin')

Yo, I'm herbals till it hurts you
I keep your daughter way out her curfew
far from commercial
(So cha mean nigga)
We don't give a when we smoked out
In the that's doped out [it's like that?] no doubt
this bomb weed, I cock from the streets
Get you open like butt cheeks, from who be freaks
Aye yo, can I be S.W.V.?
You the One
Rap Shogun, yes E the one
Yo, I'm rollin' with a pack of niggas
Get my weed Branson cause his sack's bigger
Yo give me dap
What I clap lyrically tap call
causin comatoses to collapse
So chinky eyed I see wavin on a map
I make it than your thermostats (beep beep beep beep)
Bomb MC's with rough so call me
Funk Doctor Starburst, lyrical expert
boombox better form a union
Cause I leave your circus overworked, bond
Niggaz front they want it
But I be in the five hundred E steadily gettin' blunted
Damn nigga you cool at what you
So why you holdin' the so long politickin'
Huh, I ace them blunts with the
Of electrician, I don't got a pot to in
But still spend my on hyrdroglycerin'
I keep it no jive rollin' Dutches
That's Masters the Furious Five
I, keep your crew chinky eyed, for actin' dog
(Can you hit it the back?)
Why not, while we on this

(Oh daddy, aye)

Yo, you ready to this weed up?
man
You ready to knock this out?
man
Yo, you ready to get chedda?
man
You ready to start shit off?
man

I smoked with a lot of college,
of em, wasn't graduatin' and they knew it
You know the weed slang? Yeah boy I it fluent
I light your college dorm with my from Newark
Bigger they come, they fall
goes for, knuckleheads, MC's, pussy walls and all
I lit my first L before I started to
I got my ass when I had my first brawl
But things since I was twelve years old
I specialize in wreckin' mics and area
Now, P.P.P. the kinda that'll bug witcha
Smoke bud witcha, later on a sluginya
Everything that's like green ain't the bomb
I got different forms to you lose your calm bitch
Read my lips, you ain't unless you got
Ten on it, get on it, or get the fuck out my

You to roll this weed up?
man
You ready to rob this
man
You to fuck bitch?
man
You ready to guzzle liquor?
man