Luyện nghe bài hát Whateva Man

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

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

Yo, I'm smokin' herbals till it you
I keep your daughter way out past her
far from commercial
(So cha mean 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 cock from the
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' with a pack of niggas
Get my weed from Branson cause his sack's
Yo me dap nigga
What I clap lyrically tap call
Ferocious causin comatoses to
So chinky I see people wavin on a map
I make it hotter than thermostats (beep beep beep beep)
Bomb MC's with megahertz so call me
Funk Doctor Starburst, lyrical expert
Your boombox better form a
I leave your circus overworked, word bond
Niggaz like they want it
But I be in the five hundred with E steadily blunted
Damn nigga you cool at what you
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 spend my last on hyrdroglycerin'
I keep it live no jive Dutches
That's like the Furious 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 to roll this weed up?
man
You ready to knock nigga out?
man
Yo, you ready to get chedda?
man
You ready to this shit off?
man

I smoked with a lot of college,
Most of em, wasn't graduatin' and knew it
You know the weed slang? Yeah boy I it fluent
I light college dorm with my entourage from Newark
Bigger they come, 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 things changed since I was twelve old
I specialize in mics and area codes
Now, P.P.P. the kinda niggas that'll bug
Smoke bud witcha, on stick a sluginya
Everything that's like green ain't the 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 this weed up?
man
You ready to rob nigga?
man
You ready to bitch?
man
You to guzzle this liquor?
man