Luyện nghe bài hát Whatever

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

They infiltrated the 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 I'm sayin'?

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

You got You are grounded 'cause I've mastered electrical
Mostly but don't sleep on the physical
Ignorance got'em chatterin', one even 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
Applied left MC's penetrable
The stroke is apocalyptic
Hostile like Arabics in Israel with
And if you want it, the monks can it hectic
Set it off, fire up Jack Frost and Santa Claus

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

And to all crews, whatever

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

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

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

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

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

Fire, flames, heat up the
Spontaneous combustion, like the Pope's
Your of emcee in' is Paganism
Your rhymes make no sense, like a Roman Christian

But niggas 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

Freak on the mike but not sexual, me unalike
my rhymes are never homo
Make you sad, when Cher left Sonny Bono
burn, Giuliani, Pataki and Cuomo

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

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