Luyện nghe bài hát Whatever

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

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

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

You got static? You are grounded 'cause I've mastered
Mostly mental but don't sleep on the
Ignorance got'em chatterin', one said I was a son to him
Still my L P is fatter 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 leader's is apocalyptic
Hostile like Arabics in with automatics
And if you it, the monks can make it hectic
Set it off, fire burn up Jack Frost and Claus

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 that's why I'm a weed head
And not the alcoholic, call it you want to call it
Devils just that it's some form of arithmetic

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

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

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

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

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 Christian

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

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

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

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