Luyện nghe bài hát Whatever

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

They the camp and now they
They take the style and claim it for their owns, ya know
But I'mma blow'em up it's just like
Whatever you know I'm sayin'?

It's too and mathematical
I so fast that I appear invisible
I the chemical but never subliminal
The force centrifugal and

You got static? You are grounded 'cause 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 on the set my foes drop like hoe's drawers

In a brothel, only dealin' with logical
Applied science left penetrable
The stroke is apocalyptic
Hostile like in Israel with automatics
And if you want it, the monks can it hectic
Set it off, fire burn up Jack Frost and Santa

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

And to all crews, whatever

Bound to blow up, but disintegratin'
The ultimate MC equation,
Ask my pops, it's genetic that's why I'm a weed
And not the alcoholic, call it you want to call it
Devils just know that some form of arithmetic

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

And to sure it's over stood, I stick around
like crime in ghetto neighborhoods
Rock my crown like Shaka did, it down
Fuck your mind up 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 crews, whatever

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

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

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

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

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