Luyện nghe bài hát Whatever Ho

DJ
Yeah you hoes
Y'all know the muthafuckin' dead Hypnotize Camp and 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, Tech 9's, any kinda gun
Evergreen gats got these cowards on the run bitch
'em like they convicts
Know they hear them click
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 clock nigga like to slang I be hustlin' weight and
We gon' put a end to you hoes and you niggaz

Lord
be every fuckin' piece of skrilla cheese out here I can make
I'ma break fuckin' bitch, fatalities that I can bring
I'ma millie my but killie, killin' everything that 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 listen closely don't you ever forget
Y'all wouldn't, never be shit with out us bitch
Don't

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

Whoa, muthafucka watch yourself, watch your back
Cause still we chillin' Pat
Straped with gats
Be to attack
All you hatin' ass niggaz that wanna jump, yo punk up
You better come up real with your muthatfuckin' shit, cause boy, it's
get
gone bad, for you niggaz claimin' killaz
Automatic triggaz pullin' drillin' holes inside liver
How you figure, I was gon' let you talk that shit and these streets
Sayin' "That boy's a bitch" know watch them throw lights out in my

DJ
Killin', buckin', buckin up in
Bullets rickin' off the walls, nigga this is
Suckaz claimin' got nuts
You don't know elephants
in takin' notes
Specialize in nappy
Niggaz this is serious, I play 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 real, or maintain', in this game

MC
of niggaz 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 soaker in a minute don't you give a fuck 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 love lost off in my heart, there's no colder
Won't you a little closer nigga, you won't be rollin' our

Socialists up actin' miss sevens
Have 'em in jail suspended, in the
rivalries civil
Homies swithin', fickle
But if you with family ties, we leave you triple
That nigga there know his gun a missle, Lord don't flash on him, man
ain't
ample businesses all in the name of the T-Rock
Suckaz eat pot, D, and get punished for three 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

Boo:
Yeah I know, I
Down, down, goin' down, down
dreams 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 nigga you an't 'em, forget 'em
Because you sorry, and sorry ain't nothin' but
I know bitches out there lovin' me, niggaz got of fuckin' me
Fuckin' me ain't the story 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 some
Ridin' with my congregation, and we smokin' on
If you wanna go to war with us, we prepared to
Caught that niggaz 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, to tell 'em, Julius Caesar, how he rolls
Newspaper, told to tell 'em, how he just got lnocked of his
You should know, that we rollin' deep, like a train
Kiss the floor, don't be lookin' dumb cause I explain
I maintain, killaz catchin' drinks, cathin' cappers
Shootin' at your muthafuckin' lane, they be vapors
Playa Haters, violatiers, bullshiters, for y'all
Boy I keep a big gun, you don't want