Luyện nghe bài hát Whatever Ho

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

Get one of these gold plaques on the wall you talk some old
muthafuckin'
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 kinda gun
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 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 put a end to you hoes and you niggaz hatin'

Infamous:
I'ma be every fuckin' piece of skrilla cheese out 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 want Lord Infamous from Parkway to get ill
Long from the norm, we get with a bomb, with the guns you bitches y'all
get steel
Scarecrow, Club House, yes it ill
So, all y'all listen closely don't you ever
Y'all wouldn't, Y'all never be shit with out us
forget

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

Whoa, watch yourself, just watch your back
still we chillin' with Pat
Straped with them
Be ready to
All you hatin' ass niggaz that wanna jump, yo punk up
You better up real with your muthatfuckin' shit, cause boy, it's gonna
get
Situation's gone bad, for you niggaz claimin'
Automatic triggaz drillin' holes inside your 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', up in Gunfire
rickin' off the walls, nigga this is Warfare
Suckaz claimin' they got
You don't know elephants
Specialize in notes
Specialize in hoes
Niggaz this is serious, I play no games no more
Niggaz actin' curious, but I think they know the
Bitches know the Hypnotize show what click you claim
it up strong, only those, who stay real, or maintain', in this game

MC
Alot of niggaz talk 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 your ass off
Watch me put my ski mask on, my gat back trick now drop it off
Shoot a super in a minute 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,
stain a
Ain't no lost off in my heart, there's no place colder
Won't you come a little closer nigga, you be rollin' our

Socialists up actin' miss servin'
Have 'em in suspended, in the middle
Started rivalries
Homies swithin', actin'
But if you with family ties, we leave you triple
That nigga there know his gun a missle, Lord don't 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
Bangin' the hit stops, it won't be over, your heat pops
Away from the gravity, and point your a Tech and see him drop

Gangsta
I know, I know
Down, down, baby goin' down,
Sweet dreams baby, 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 hit 'em, but nigga you an't forget 'em, forget 'em
Because you sorry, and sorry ain't nothin' but
I know bitches out lovin' me, niggaz got dreams 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, bustin' on you to get my point across
Ridin' in your and let the muthafuckin' bullets toss
Tossin' me a pack, now I'm tossin' you some dramma
Ridin' with my congregation, and we on marijuana
If you wanna go to war us, we prepared to bust
Caught that niggaz at his place, shot him in his face
Now I race, from the scenery, on greenery
Know I got a temper but you tricks be mean to me
It's the weak, told to tell 'em, Julius Caesar, how he
Newspaper, told to 'em, how he just got lnocked of his toes
You should know, that we rollin' deep, hittin' a train
Kiss the floor, be lookin' dumb cause I don't explain
I maintain, killaz catchin' drinks, Project cappers
Shootin' at your muthafuckin' lane, be catching vapors
Haters, violatiers, bullshiters, this for y'all
Boy I a big gun, you don't want none