Luyện nghe bài hát Whatever

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

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

too strategical and mathematical
I rotate so that I appear invisible
I keep the chemical but never
The force and spiritual

You got static? You are grounded 'cause I've mastered
Mostly mental but sleep on the physical
got'em chatterin', one even said I was a son to him
Still my L P is than his or yours, took a two-year pause
Now that I'm back on the set my drop like hoe's drawers

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

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

And to all y'all crews,

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

Hieroglyphic, 'cause you can this shit
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 it's over stood, I around
Popular like in ghetto neighborhoods
Rock my crown like Shaka did, hold it
Fuck your mind up like Joe Jackson kids, it out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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