Luyện nghe bài hát Whateva Man

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

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

Yo, I'm smokin' herbals it hurts you
I keep daughter way out past her curfew
Hard far commercial
(So cha mean nigga)
We don't give a fuck when we out
In the land that's doped out [it's like that?] no
From 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 forty pack of
Get my weed from Branson his sack's bigger
Yo give me dap
What I lyrically tap call back
Ferocious comatoses to collapse
So chinky eyed I see wavin on a map
I make it hotter than thermostats (beep beep beep beep)
Bomb MC's rough megahertz so call me
Funk Doctor verbal Starburst, expert
boombox better form a union
Cause I leave circus overworked, word bond
Niggaz front like want it
But I be in the five hundred with E gettin' blunted
Damn nigga you at what you spittin'
So why you holdin' the 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 rollin'
Masters like the Furious Five
I, keep your chinky eyed, for bitches actin' dog
(Can you hit it the back?)
Why not, while we on this

(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 start this off?
man

I smoked a lot of college, students
Most of em, wasn't and they knew it
You know the weed slang? boy I speak it fluent
I your college dorm with my entourage from Newark
they come, harder they fall
That goes for, knuckleheads, MC's, pussy and all
I lit my L before I started to crawl
I got my ass whupped when I had my brawl
But things changed since I was years old
I specialize in mics and area codes
Now, P.P.P. the kinda niggas bug witcha
Smoke bud witcha, on stick a sluginya
Everything that's like 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 fuck out my

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