Luyện nghe bài hát Whatever

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

They the camp and now they
wanna take the style and claim 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 that I invisible
I keep the chemical but never
The force and spiritual

You got static? You are grounded 'cause mastered electrical
Mostly mental but don't on the physical
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 I'm back on the set my foes drop like hoe's drawers

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

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

And to all y'all crews,

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 whatever you want to it
Devils just know that it's some form of

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

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

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

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

Fire, flames, up the competition
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 like
The Gwong Jan Lin of underground emcee in' strikes
The bites again, but I'm immune to the poisonous venom
Ask the devil, he knows I'm

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

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

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