Luyện nghe bài hát Whateva Man

Microphone one two
Aye yo, you to get down man?
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'
type of sangin')
Oh-la-la-la!
(So cha sayin')

Yo, I'm smokin' till it hurts you
I keep your daughter way out her curfew
Hard far from
(So cha mean nigga)
We don't give a fuck we smoked out
In the that's doped out [it's like that?] no doubt
this bomb weed, I cock from the streets
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 with a forty pack of niggas
Get my weed from Branson his sack's bigger
Yo give me dap
What I lyrically tap call back
Ferocious causin comatoses to
So chinky eyed I see wavin on a map
I it hotter than your thermostats (beep beep beep beep)
MC's with rough megahertz so call me
Funk Doctor Starburst, lyrical expert
Your better form a union
Cause I leave your circus overworked, word
front like they want it
But I be in the five hundred with E steadily gettin'
nigga you cool at what you spittin'
So why you holdin' the so long politickin'
Huh, I ace blunts with the technician
Of electrician, I got a pot to piss in
But still my last on hyrdroglycerin'
I it live no jive rollin' Dutches
That's like the Furious Five
I, keep your chinky eyed, for bitches actin' dog
(Can you hit it the back?)
Why not, while we toke on

(Oh daddy, aye)

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

I with a lot of college, students
Most of em, wasn't graduatin' and they it
You know the weed slang? Yeah boy I it fluent
I light college dorm with my entourage from Newark
they 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 years old
I specialize in wreckin' and area codes
Now, P.P.P. the niggas that'll bug witcha
Smoke bud witcha, later on a sluginya
Everything that's green ain't the bomb bitch
I got different forms to make you lose calm bitch
Read my lips, you hittin' unless you got
Ten on it, get on it, or get the fuck out my

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