Luyện nghe bài hát Whatever Ho

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

Get one of gold plaques on the wall before you talk some old
shit
Bitch, whatever nigga
We in this for the 9-9, 9's to your head ho
(Mafia, Mafia, Mafi-ya, ya, Mafia, Mafia, Mafi-ya, ya)

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

Lord
I'ma be every fuckin' of skrilla cheese out here I can make
I'ma break every fuckin' bitch, fatalities that I can
I'ma millie my but killie, killin' everything that I wanna kill
You weak ass niggaz want Lord Infamous from South Parkway to get ill
Long from the norm, we get dumb with a bomb, the guns 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, never be shit with out us bitch
Don't

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

Whoa, watch yourself, just watch your back
still we chillin' with Pat
Straped them 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 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 these streets
Sayin' "That ScanMan boy's a bitch" know watch them lights out in my

DJ
Killin', buckin', buckin up in
Bullets rickin' off the walls, this is Warfare
claimin' they got nuts
You know these elephants
Specialize in takin'
Specialize in hoes
Niggaz this is serious, I can't no games no more
Niggaz actin' curious, but I they know the score
Bitches know the Hypnotize 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 known for smackin', jackin', Jacks
ass nigga, run you mouth and get your ass blowed off
Watch me put my ski mask on, cock my gat back now drop it off
Shoot a super soaker in a minute don't you a fuck about another nigga
if he's use your counter attack
Rollin' a nigga smack a nigga like a nigga smack a bitch, you crumpa,
a busta
Ain't no lost off in my heart, there's no place colder
Won't you come a little nigga, you won't be rollin' our

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

Gangsta
I know, I know
Down, down, baby down, down
Sweet baby, Rock-a-bye baby
Niggaz wanna run up, we be 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 sorry ain't nothin' but
I know bitches out there me, niggaz got dreams of fuckin' me
Fuckin' me ain't the story gon' you up mean more to me

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