Luyện nghe bài hát Whateva Man

Microphone one two
Aye yo, you ready to get man?
Yo, man
You ready to get 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' herbals it hurts you
I keep your daughter way out her curfew
Hard far from
(So what cha nigga)
We don't give a fuck when we out
In the land that's doped out [it's like no doubt
From this bomb weed, I 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' with a forty pack of
Get my weed from Branson his sack's bigger
Yo me dap nigga
What I clap lyrically tap call
Ferocious comatoses to collapse
So chinky I see people 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, lyrical
Your boombox form a union
Cause I leave your circus overworked, word
Niggaz like they want it
But I be in the five hundred E steadily gettin' blunted
Damn nigga you at what you spittin'
So why you holdin' the so long politickin'
Huh, I ace them blunts the technician
Of electrician, I don't got a pot to in
But still spend my on hyrdroglycerin'
I it live no jive rollin' Dutches
That's like 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 nigga
man
Yo, you ready to get chedda?
man
You ready to start this shit
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 your college with my entourage from Newark
they come, harder they fall
That goes for, knuckleheads, MC's, pussy and all
I lit my first L before I started to
I got my ass whupped when I had my first
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, on stick a sluginya
that's like green ain't the bomb bitch
I got different forms to make you lose your calm
Read my lips, you ain't unless you got
Ten on it, get on it, or get the out my cypher

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