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 plaques on the wall before you some old
shit
Bitch, whatever nigga
We in muthafucka 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 have got these cowards on the run bitch
Kill 'em like they
they hear them guns click
Doped up like a (Cough, Cough, Snort)
You could catch me in the same hood, on the same block
With a pearl watch, and a knot, and a glock
9 o'clock clock nigga like to 'cause I be hustlin' weight and
We put a end to you hoes and you niggaz hatin'

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

Cruchy
Killin' ain't
Bitches ain't
ain't shit
Bodies in a
How niggaz done talked that shit
About the Project fuckin' Pat, Thug ya bitch
Niggaz gon' talk, gon' start
Muthafuckaz get they bodies in a trunk
All I want is
Muthafuckaz
Get on your knees
all your cash

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

DJ
Killin', buckin', buckin up in
Bullets off the walls, nigga this is Warfare
claimin' they got nuts
You don't these elephants
Specialize in takin'
in nappy hoes
Niggaz this is serious, I can't no games no more
actin' curious, but I think 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
of niggaz talk that shit and end up gettin' the wig split
It's MC Mack, the nigga known for smackin', jackin', Cracker
Busta ass nigga, run you and get your ass blowed off
Watch me put my ski on, cock my gat back trick now drop it off
Shoot a super soaker in a don't you give a fuck about another nigga
if he's speakin' use your counter
Rollin' like a nigga a nigga like a nigga smack a bitch, you crumpa,
a busta
Ain't no love off in my heart, there's no place colder
you come a little closer nigga, you won't be rollin' our

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

Gangsta
Yeah I know, I
Down, down, baby goin' down,
dreams baby, Rock-a-bye baby
Niggaz wanna run up, we be flexin' the and
Be at ya we comin', and I bitch, I bet ya, I bet ya
You hit 'em, but nigga you an't forget 'em, forget 'em
Because you sorry, and sorry nothin' but venom
I know bitches out lovin' me, niggaz got dreams of fuckin' me
Fuckin' me ain't the story gon' fuck you up mean to me

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