Luyện nghe bài hát Whatever Ho

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

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

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

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

Whoa, muthafucka watch yourself, just watch your
still we chillin' with Pat
Straped them gats
Be ready to
All you hatin' ass niggaz that wanna jump, yo punk up
You better come up real with muthatfuckin' shit, cause boy, it's gonna
get
Situation's gone bad, for you 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 throw out in my

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

MC
Alot of talk that shit and end up gettin' the wig split
It's MC Mack, the nigga for smackin', jackin', Cracker Jacks
Busta ass nigga, run you mouth and get ass blowed off
Watch me put my ski mask on, cock my gat back now drop it off
Shoot a super in a minute don't you give a fuck about another nigga
if he's use your counter attack
Rollin' like a nigga 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
you come a little closer nigga, you won't be rollin' our

Socialists up actin' servin' sevens
Have 'em in suspended, in the middle
rivalries civil
Homies swithin', actin'
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
ain't
Erasin' businesses all in the name of the T-Rock
Suckaz eat pot, swallow D, and get punished for rocks
Bangin' the hit stops, it won't be over, 'til your pops
Away from the gravity, stand and point a Tech and see him drop

Gangsta
Yeah I know, I
Down, down, goin' down, down
dreams 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 nigga you forget 'em, forget 'em
Because you sorry, and ain't nothin' but venom
I know out there lovin' me, niggaz got dreams of fuckin' me
Fuckin' me ain't the story gon' fuck you up more to me

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