Luyện nghe bài hát Whateva Man

Microphone one two
Aye yo, you ready to get down
Yo, man
You to get drunk as fuck?
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 smokin' herbals till it you
I keep your daughter way out her curfew
Hard far commercial
(So what cha nigga)
We don't give a fuck 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 cheeks, from girls who be freaks
Aye yo, can I be S.W.V.?
You the One
Rap Shogun, yes E the one
Yo, I'm rollin' a forty pack of niggas
Get my from Branson cause his sack's bigger
Yo me dap nigga
What I lyrically tap call back
Ferocious causin comatoses to
So chinky eyed I see wavin on a map
I make it hotter than thermostats (beep beep beep beep)
Bomb MC's with rough megahertz so me
Funk Doctor verbal Starburst, expert
Your boombox better form a
I leave your circus overworked, word bond
Niggaz front like they it
But I be in the five hundred with E steadily gettin'
Damn nigga you cool at what you
So why you the blunt so long politickin'
Huh, I ace blunts with the technician
Of electrician, I got a pot to piss in
But still spend my on hyrdroglycerin'
I keep it live no jive rollin'
Masters like the Furious Five
I, keep your crew chinky eyed, for actin' dog
(Can you hit it the back?)
Why not, we toke on this

(Oh daddy, aye)

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

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

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