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 tryin' to

They infiltrated the camp and now
They wanna take the style and it for their owns, ya know
But I'mma up 'cause it's just like
you know what I'm sayin'?

It's too and mathematical
I rotate so fast I appear invisible
I keep the chemical but subliminal
The centrifugal and spiritual

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

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

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

And to all crews, whatever

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

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

And to sure it's over stood, I stick around
like crime in ghetto neighborhoods
Rock my crown like did, hold it down
Fuck your mind up like Joe kids, check it out

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

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

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

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

on the mike but not sexual, call me unalike
'Cause my rhymes are homo
Make you sad, like Cher left Sonny Bono
Fire burn, Giuliani, and Cuomo

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

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