Luyện nghe bài hát Whatever Ho

DJ
you muthafuckin' 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
shit
Bitch, it's nigga
We in this muthafucka for the 9-9, 9's to your 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 these cowards on the run
Kill 'em like they
Know they them guns click
up like a muthafucka (Cough, Cough, Snort)
You could me in the same hood, on the fuckin' same block
With a pearl watch, and a knot, and a glock
9 clock nigga like to slang 'cause I be hustlin' weight and
We gon' put a end to you hoes and you hatin'

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

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

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

DJ
Killin', buckin', buckin up in
Bullets rickin' off the walls, nigga is Warfare
Suckaz they got nuts
You don't know these
Specialize in takin'
Specialize in nappy
this is serious, I can't play no games no more
Niggaz actin' curious, but I they know the score
Bitches know the medallion show what click you claim
Hold it up strong, only those, who stay real, or maintain', in game

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

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

Gangsta
I know, I know
Down, down, goin' down, down
Sweet dreams baby, 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 you an't forget 'em, forget 'em
Because you sorry, and ain't nothin' but venom
I know bitches out there me, niggaz got dreams of fuckin' me
Fuckin' me ain't the gon' fuck you up mean more to me

DJ
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Project
Alot of gunfire, bustin' on you to get my point across
Ridin' in your hood and let the bullets toss
Tossin' me a berries pack, now I'm tossin' you dramma
Ridin' with my congregation, and we smokin' on
If you wanna go to war with us, we prepared to
Caught that niggaz 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 'em, Julius Caesar, how he rolls
Newspaper, told to tell 'em, how he just got of his toes
You should know, that we rollin' deep, hittin' like a
Kiss the floor, don't be lookin' cause I don't explain
I maintain, killaz drinks, Project cathin' cappers
Shootin' at your muthafuckin' lane, they be vapors
Playa Haters, violatiers, bullshiters, this for
Boy I a big gun, you don't want none