Luyện nghe bài hát Whateva Man

Microphone one two
Aye yo, you to get down man?
Yo, man
You to get drunk as fuck?
man
You, you somethin'?
man
Aye yo
man
Check it, V

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

Yo, I'm smokin' till it hurts you
I keep your daughter way out past her
Hard far from
(So what cha nigga)
We don't a fuck when we smoked out
In the land that's doped out [it's like that?] no
From this bomb weed, I from the streets
Get you open like butt cheeks, 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 weed from Branson cause his bigger
Yo give me dap
What I lyrically tap call back
Ferocious causin comatoses to
So chinky eyed I see people on a map
I make it hotter your thermostats (beep beep beep beep)
Bomb MC's with rough megahertz so me
Funk Doctor verbal Starburst, expert
boombox better form a union
Cause I leave your circus overworked, word
front like they want it
But I be in the five with E steadily gettin' blunted
Damn nigga you at what you spittin'
So why you holdin' the so long politickin'
Huh, I ace blunts with the technician
Of electrician, I don't got a pot to in
But still spend my last on
I keep it live no jive Dutches
That's Masters like the Five
I, your crew chinky eyed, for bitches actin' dog
(Can you hit it the back?)
Why not, we toke on this

(Oh daddy, aye)

Yo, you ready to roll this 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 a lot of college, students
Most of em, wasn't graduatin' and knew it
You know the weed slang? Yeah boy I speak it
I light your college dorm with my entourage Newark
Bigger they come, harder fall
That 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 changed since I was twelve years old
I specialize in wreckin' mics and codes
Now, P.P.P. the niggas that'll bug witcha
bud witcha, later on stick a sluginya
Everything that's like green the bomb bitch
I got different forms to make you lose your calm
Read my lips, you ain't hittin' you got
Ten on it, get on it, or get the out my cypher

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