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 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 till it you
I keep daughter way out past her curfew
Hard far from
(So what cha nigga)
We give a fuck when we smoked out
In the land doped out [it's like that?] no doubt
this 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' with a pack of niggas
Get my weed from Branson cause his sack's
Yo me dap nigga
What I clap lyrically tap back
Ferocious causin comatoses to
So chinky I see people wavin on a map
I make it hotter than your thermostats (beep beep beep)
Bomb MC's with rough so call me
Funk Doctor verbal Starburst, expert
boombox better form a union
Cause I leave your circus overworked, bond
Niggaz like they want it
But I be in the five hundred with E steadily blunted
Damn nigga you at what you spittin'
So why you holdin' the so long politickin'
Huh, I ace them with the technician
Of electrician, I got a pot to piss in
But still spend my on hyrdroglycerin'
I keep it live no rollin' Dutches
Masters like the Furious Five
I, keep your crew chinky eyed, for bitches dog
(Can you hit it the back?)
Why not, while we toke on

(Oh daddy, aye)

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

I with a lot of college, students
Most of em, wasn't graduatin' and they it
You know the slang? Yeah boy I speak it fluent
I light your college with my entourage from Newark
Bigger come, harder they fall
That goes for, knuckleheads, MC's, walls and all
I lit my first L before I started to
I got my ass whupped when I had my brawl
But changed since I was twelve years old
I in wreckin' mics and area codes
Now, P.P.P. the kinda niggas bug witcha
bud witcha, later on stick a sluginya
Everything that's like green ain't the bomb
I got different forms to make you lose calm bitch
Read my lips, you ain't hittin' you got
Ten on it, get on it, or get the fuck out my

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