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 gold plaques on the before you talk some old
shit
Bitch, it's whatever
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
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 o'clock clock nigga to slang 'cause I be hustlin' weight and
We gon' put a end to you hoes and you niggaz

Lord
I'ma be every piece of skrilla cheese out here I can make
I'ma break every fuckin' bitch, fatalities I can bring
I'ma my pillie but killie, killin' everything that I wanna kill
You weak ass niggaz don't Lord Infamous from South Parkway to get ill
from 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 listen don't you ever forget
Y'all wouldn't, Y'all be shit with out us bitch
Don't

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

Whoa, muthafucka yourself, just watch your back
Cause 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 with your 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 peep these
"That ScanMan boy's 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 elephants
Specialize in takin'
Specialize in nappy
Niggaz this is serious, I play no games no more
Niggaz actin' curious, but I think know the score
Bitches know the Hypnotize medallion show what you claim
it up strong, only those, who stay real, or maintain', in this game

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

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

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

DJ
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Project
Alot of gunfire, on you hoes to get my point across
in your hood and let the muthafuckin' bullets toss
Tossin' me a berries pack, now I'm tossin' you dramma
Ridin' 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, the scenery, blowin' on greenery
I got a temper but you tricks wanna be mean to me
It's the weak, told to tell 'em, Caesar, how he rolls
Newspaper, told to 'em, how he just got lnocked of his toes
You know, that we rollin' deep, hittin' like a train
Kiss the floor, don't be dumb cause I don't explain
I maintain, killaz drinks, Project cathin' cappers
Shootin' at your muthafuckin' lane, they be vapors
Haters, violatiers, bullshiters, this for y'all
Boy I a big gun, you don't want none