Luyện nghe bài hát Whatever

Ayo, what's up? There's a motherfuckers out here
With a style similar to nowadays
You know what I mean? Be to like

infiltrated the camp and now they
They wanna the style and claim it for their owns, ya know
But blow'em up 'cause it's just like
Whatever you know what I'm

It's too and mathematical
I rotate so that I appear invisible
I keep the chemical but never
The centrifugal and spiritual

You got static? You are grounded I've mastered electrical
mental but don't sleep on the physical
Ignorance got'em chatterin', one said I was a son to him
Still my L P is fatter than his or yours, took a two-year
Now that I'm back on the set my foes drop like drawers

In a brothel, only with what's logical
science left MC's penetrable
The leader's is apocalyptic
Hostile like Arabics in with automatics
And if you want it, the monks can it hectic
Set it off, burn up Jack Frost and Santa Claus

you want to do, make it clever
Whatever, whatever,

And to all y'all crews,

to blow up, but never disintegratin'
The MC equation, ferromagnetic
Ask my pops, genetic that's why I'm a weed head
And not the alcoholic, it whatever you want to call it
Devils just know that some form of arithmetic

Hieroglyphic, you can picture this shit
The state of hip-hop today is like hookers in
Got MC in' locked down a convict
Blowin' up opposition as I maneuver it

And to make sure it's stood, I stick around
Popular like crime in ghetto
Rock my crown like Shaka did, it down
your mind up like Joe Jackson kids, check it out

So whatever you want to do, it clever
Whatever, whatever,

I do my thing, I represent
And to all crews, whatever
I do my thing, I represent
And to all y'all crews,
I do my thing, I represent
And to all crews, whatever

Fire, flames, up the competition
Spontaneous combustion, like the religion
style of emcee in' is Paganism
Your rhymes make no sense, just like a Christian

But niggas soup you up like Lipton
The Gwong Jan Lin of emcee in' strikes again
The bites again, but I'm immune to the poisonous venom
Ask the devil, he I'm dangerous

Freak on the mike but not sexual, call me
'Cause my are never homo
Make you sad, like when Cher left Bono
Fire burn, Giuliani, Pataki and

Whatever you want to do, make it
Whatever, whatever,

I gotta do my thing, I
And to all y'all crews,