Luyện nghe bài hát Whatever

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

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

too strategical and mathematical
I rotate so fast that I appear
I keep the but never subliminal
The centrifugal and spiritual

You got static? You are grounded 'cause I've electrical
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 than his or yours, took a pause
Now that I'm on the set my foes drop like hoe's drawers

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

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

And to all y'all crews,

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

Hieroglyphic, 'cause you can picture this
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 make sure it's over stood, I around
Popular like crime in neighborhoods
Rock my crown like Shaka did, it down
Fuck mind up like Joe Jackson kids, check it out

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

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

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

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

on the mike 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 to do, make it clever
Whatever, whatever,

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