Luyện nghe bài hát Whatever Ho

DJ
Yeah you hoes
Y'all know the muthafuckin' dead Hypnotize Camp and Posse in this

Get one of these gold on the wall before you talk some old
muthafuckin'
Bitch, it's nigga
We in this muthafucka for the 9-9, 9's to head ho
(Mafia, Mafia, Mafi-ya, ya, Mafia, Mafia, Mafi-ya, ya)

J:
Glock 9's, 9's, any kinda gun bitch
Evergreen gats have got cowards on the run bitch
Kill 'em like they
Know they hear guns click
up like a muthafucka (Cough, Cough, Snort)
You could me in the same hood, on the fuckin' same block
a pearl Rolex watch, and a knot, and a glock
9 o'clock clock nigga like to slang 'cause I be hustlin' and
We gon' put a end to you hoes and you hatin'

Infamous:
I'ma be every fuckin' of skrilla cheese out here I can make
I'ma every fuckin' bitch, fatalities that I can bring
millie my pillie but killie, killin' everything that I wanna kill
You weak ass niggaz want Lord Infamous from South Parkway to get ill
Long the norm, we get dumb with a bomb, with the guns you bitches y'all
best get
Scarecrow, House, yes it gets ill
So, all y'all closely don't you ever forget
wouldn't, Y'all never be shit with out us bitch
Don't

Black:
Killin' ain't
Bitches ain't
Niggaz ain't
in a ditch
How niggaz done talked that shit
About the fuckin' Pat, Thug Posse ya bitch
gon' talk, bitches gon' start
Muthafuckaz gonna get they bodies in a
All I is cash
Muthafuckaz
Get down on knees
Gimme all your

Whoa, muthafucka watch yourself, just watch your
still we chillin' with Pat
Straped with gats
Be to attack
All you hatin' ass niggaz that wanna jump, yo punk up
You better come up real with your muthatfuckin' shit, boy, it's gonna
get
gone bad, for you niggaz claimin' killaz
Automatic pullin' drillin' holes inside your liver
How you figure, I was gon' let you talk that shit and peep streets
Sayin' "That ScanMan boy's a bitch" know watch them lights out in my

DJ
Killin', buckin', up in Gunfire
Bullets rickin' off the walls, this is Warfare
claimin' they got nuts
You know these elephants
Specialize in notes
Specialize in nappy
Niggaz this is serious, I can't play no no more
Niggaz actin' curious, but I think know the score
know the Hypnotize medallion show what click you claim
Hold it up strong, only those, who real, or maintain', in this game

MC
Alot of talk that shit and end up gettin' the wig split
It's MC Mack, the known for smackin', jackin', Cracker Jacks
ass nigga, run you mouth and get your ass blowed off
Watch me put my ski mask on, cock my gat trick now drop it off
Shoot a super soaker in a minute you give a fuck about another nigga
if he's use your counter attack
Rollin' like a nigga smack a nigga like a nigga a bitch, you crumpa,
a busta
Ain't no love off in my heart, there's no place colder
you come a little closer nigga, you won't be rollin' our

Socialists up actin' miss servin'
Have 'em in suspended, in the middle
Started rivalries
Homies swithin', fickle
But if you fuck family ties, we leave you triple
That nigga there know his gun a missle, don't flash on him, only man
ain't
Erasin' ample businesses all in the name of the
Suckaz eat pot, swallow D, and get for three rocks
Bangin' the hit stops, it won't be over, 'til your pops
Away from the gravity, and point your a Tech and see him drop

Boo:
Yeah I know, I
Down, down, baby goin' down,
Sweet baby, Rock-a-bye baby
Niggaz run up, we be flexin' the Tech and
Be at ya we comin', and I bitch, I bet ya, I bet ya
You wanna hit 'em, but nigga you forget 'em, forget 'em
Because you sorry, and sorry nothin' but venom
I know bitches out there me, niggaz got dreams of fuckin' me
Fuckin' me ain't the story fuck you up mean more to me

DJ
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Pat:
Alot of gunfire, bustin' on you to get my point across
Ridin' in your hood and let the muthafuckin' toss
Tossin' me a berries pack, now I'm tossin' you some
with my congregation, and we smokin' on marijuana
If you wanna go to war with us, we to bust
that niggaz slippin' at his place, shot him in his face
Now I race, the scenery, blowin' on greenery
Know I got a temper but you tricks wanna be to me
It's the weak, told to tell 'em, Julius Caesar, how he
Newspaper, told to tell 'em, how he just got of his toes
You should know, that we rollin' deep, hittin' a train
Kiss the floor, don't be lookin' dumb cause I explain
I maintain, killaz catchin' drinks, Project cappers
Shootin' at your muthafuckin' lane, be catching vapors
Playa Haters, violatiers, bullshiters, for y'all
Boy I keep a big gun, you don't none