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 keeps it bangin', it swangin'
type 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 cha mean nigga)
We don't a fuck when we smoked out
In the land that's doped out [it's like no doubt
this 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 with a forty pack of niggas
Get my weed from cause his sack's bigger
Yo give me dap
What I clap lyrically tap back
Ferocious causin comatoses to
So chinky eyed I see wavin on a map
I make it hotter than your thermostats (beep beep beep)
MC's with rough megahertz so call me
Funk Doctor Starburst, lyrical expert
Your better form a union
Cause I your 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 blunt so long
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
That's 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 to roll this weed up?
man
You to knock this nigga out?
man
Yo, you ready to get this
man
You ready to start this off?
man

I smoked a lot of college, students
Most of em, wasn't graduatin' and knew it
You know the weed Yeah boy I speak it fluent
I your college dorm with my entourage from Newark
they come, harder they fall
That for, knuckleheads, MC's, pussy walls and all
I lit my first L before I to crawl
I got my ass when I had my first brawl
But things changed I was twelve years old
I specialize in mics and area codes
Now, P.P.P. the niggas that'll bug witcha
Smoke bud witcha, on stick a sluginya
Everything that's green ain't the bomb bitch
I got different forms to make you lose your bitch
Read my lips, you hittin' unless you got
Ten on it, get on it, or get the out my cypher

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