Luyện nghe bài hát Whateva Man

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

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

Yo, I'm smokin' till it hurts you
I keep daughter way out past her curfew
Hard far from
(So cha mean nigga)
We give a fuck when we smoked out
In the land that's doped out [it's that?] no doubt
From bomb weed, I cock from the streets
Get you open butt 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 weed Branson cause his sack's bigger
Yo me dap nigga
What I clap lyrically tap call
causin comatoses to collapse
So eyed I see people wavin on a map
I make it hotter than thermostats (beep beep beep beep)
Bomb MC's with rough so call me
Funk verbal Starburst, lyrical expert
Your boombox better form a
Cause I leave your circus overworked, bond
front like they want it
But I be in the five hundred with E steadily blunted
Damn you cool at what you spittin'
So why you the blunt so long politickin'
Huh, I ace them blunts with the
Of electrician, I got a pot to piss 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, while we toke on

(Oh daddy, aye)

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

I smoked with a lot of college,
of em, wasn't graduatin' and they knew it
You know the slang? Yeah boy I speak it fluent
I light your college dorm with my entourage from
Bigger they come, they fall
That 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 brawl
But changed since I was twelve years old
I specialize in wreckin' and area codes
Now, P.P.P. the kinda niggas bug witcha
Smoke bud witcha, later on stick a
Everything that's green ain't the bomb bitch
I got forms to make you lose your calm 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 this up?
man
You ready to rob this
man
You to fuck bitch?
man
You ready to guzzle this
man