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', keep it
type of sangin')
Oh-la-la-la!
(So cha sayin')

Yo, I'm smokin' herbals till it you
I keep your daughter way out her curfew
Hard far commercial
(So what cha nigga)
We don't give a fuck when we out
In the that's doped out [it's like that?] no doubt
From this 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 rollin' a forty pack of niggas
Get my weed from Branson cause his sack's
Yo me dap nigga
What I clap tap call back
causin comatoses to collapse
So chinky eyed I see people on a map
I make it hotter than your thermostats (beep beep beep)
Bomb MC's with rough megahertz so me
Funk verbal Starburst, lyrical expert
Your better form a union
Cause I leave circus overworked, word bond
front like they want it
But I be in the hundred with E steadily gettin' blunted
Damn nigga you cool at you spittin'
So why you holdin' the so long politickin'
Huh, I ace them blunts with the
Of electrician, I got a pot to piss in
But still spend my last on
I keep it live no rollin' Dutches
Masters like the Furious Five
I, your crew chinky eyed, for bitches actin' 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 ready to knock nigga out?
man
Yo, you ready to get this
man
You ready to start this shit
man

I with a lot of college, students
Most of em, wasn't and they knew it
You know the weed slang? boy I speak it fluent
I light college dorm with my entourage from Newark
Bigger come, harder they fall
That goes for, knuckleheads, MC's, pussy and all
I lit my L before I started to crawl
I got my ass when I had my first brawl
But things changed since I was twelve old
I specialize in wreckin' mics and codes
Now, P.P.P. the kinda niggas bug witcha
Smoke bud witcha, later on a sluginya
Everything that's like green ain't the bomb
I got different forms to make you lose your calm
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 to rob this nigga?
man
You to fuck bitch?
man
You ready to guzzle this
man