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 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 it hurts you
I keep daughter way out past her curfew
Hard far commercial
(So cha mean nigga)
We don't a fuck when we smoked out
In the land doped out [it's like that?] no doubt
From this bomb weed, I cock from the
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 of niggas
Get my weed from cause his sack's bigger
Yo give me dap
What I lyrically tap call back
Ferocious causin comatoses to
So eyed 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 verbal Starburst, lyrical expert
Your boombox form a union
Cause I leave your circus overworked, bond
Niggaz front they want it
But I be in the five hundred E steadily gettin' blunted
Damn nigga you cool at 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 it live no jive rollin' Dutches
That's like the Furious Five
I, keep your crew 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 this nigga
man
Yo, you ready to get chedda?
man
You ready to start shit off?
man

I smoked a lot of college, students
of em, wasn't graduatin' and they knew it
You the weed slang? Yeah 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 first L before I started to
I got my ass whupped when I had my first
But things changed I was twelve years old
I specialize in wreckin' mics and codes
Now, P.P.P. the niggas that'll bug witcha
bud witcha, later on stick a sluginya
Everything that's like green ain't the bitch
I got different forms to make you lose calm 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 roll weed up?
man
You ready to rob this
man
You to fuck bitch?
man
You ready to this liquor?
man