Luyện nghe bài hát Whateva Man

Microphone one two
Aye yo, you to get down man?
Yo, man
You to get drunk as fuck?
man
You, you sayin'
man
Aye yo
man
Check it, V

(I keeps it bangin', it swangin'
Mike of sangin')
Oh-la-la-la!
(So cha sayin')

Yo, I'm smokin' herbals it hurts you
I your daughter way out past her curfew
far from commercial
(So what cha nigga)
We don't 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 forty pack of
Get my weed from Branson cause his bigger
Yo me dap nigga
What I clap tap call back
Ferocious comatoses to collapse
So chinky eyed I see wavin on a map
I make it hotter than your (beep 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, word
front like they want it
But I be in the five hundred with E steadily gettin'
Damn nigga you at what you spittin'
So why you the blunt so long politickin'
Huh, I ace them blunts with the
Of electrician, I don't got a pot to in
But spend my last on hyrdroglycerin'
I keep it no jive rollin' Dutches
That's Masters like the Furious
I, keep crew chinky eyed, for bitches actin' dog
(Can you hit it the back?)
Why not, while we on this

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

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