Luyện nghe bài hát Whatever Ho

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

Get one of these gold plaques on the wall 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, Tech 9's, any gun bitch
Evergreen have got these cowards on the run bitch
Kill 'em like they
Know hear them guns click
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 nigga like to slang 'cause I be hustlin' and
We gon' put a end to you hoes and you hatin'

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

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

Whoa, muthafucka watch yourself, just your back
Cause still we with Pat
Straped with gats
Be to attack
All you hatin' ass niggaz that wanna jump, yo what's up
You better come up with your muthatfuckin' shit, cause boy, it's gonna
get
Situation's gone bad, for you claimin' killaz
Automatic triggaz drillin' holes inside your liver
How you figure, I was let you talk that shit and peep these 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, nigga this is
Suckaz claimin' got nuts
You don't know these
Specialize in notes
in nappy hoes
Niggaz this is serious, I can't no games no more
Niggaz actin' curious, but I think they 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
of niggaz talk that shit and end up gettin' the wig split
It's MC Mack, the known 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 trick now it off
Shoot a soaker in a minute don't you give a fuck about another nigga
if he's speakin' use counter attack
Rollin' like a nigga smack a nigga like a nigga a bitch, you crumpa,
stain a
Ain't no love lost off in my heart, no place colder
Won't you come a closer nigga, you won't be rollin' our

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

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

DJ
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Project
Alot of gunfire, bustin' on you hoes to get my point
in your hood and let the muthafuckin' bullets toss
Tossin' me a berries pack, now I'm tossin' you dramma
Ridin' with my congregation, and we 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, from the scenery, on greenery
I got a temper but you tricks wanna be mean to me
It's the weak, told to 'em, Julius Caesar, how he rolls
Newspaper, to tell 'em, how he just got lnocked of his toes
You should know, that we deep, hittin' like a train
Kiss the floor, don't be lookin' dumb cause I explain
I maintain, killaz catchin' drinks, cathin' cappers
at your muthafuckin' lane, they be catching vapors
Playa Haters, violatiers, bullshiters, for y'all
Boy I keep a big gun, you don't want