Luyện nghe bài hát Whatever

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

They infiltrated the camp and now
They wanna take the and claim it for their owns, ya know
But I'mma blow'em up 'cause it's just
Whatever you know what I'm

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

You got static? You are grounded I've mastered electrical
Mostly mental but don't sleep on the
Ignorance got'em chatterin', one even I was a son to him
Still my L P is fatter than his or yours, a two-year pause
Now that I'm back on the set my foes drop hoe's drawers

In a brothel, only dealin' with logical
science left MC's penetrable
The leader's stroke is
Hostile like Arabics in Israel automatics
And if you want it, the 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 up, but never disintegratin'
The MC equation, ferromagnetic
Ask my pops, it's genetic that's why I'm a head
And not the alcoholic, it whatever you want to call it
Devils just know that it's some form of

Hieroglyphic, 'cause you can picture shit
The state of hip-hop today is like in politics
Got MC in' down like 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 like did, hold it down
Fuck your mind up Joe Jackson kids, check it out

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

I gotta do my thing, I
And to all y'all crews,
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, heat up the
Spontaneous combustion, the Pope's religion
style of emcee in' is Paganism
Your rhymes make no sense, like a Roman Christian

But your niggas soup you up like
The Gwong Jan Lin of emcee in' strikes again
The snake bites again, but I'm immune to the poisonous
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 when Cher left Bono
burn, Giuliani, Pataki and Cuomo

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

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