Luyện nghe bài hát Whatever Ho

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

Get one of these gold on the wall 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 convicts
Know they them guns click
Doped up like a (Cough, Cough, Snort)
You could catch me in the hood, on the fuckin' same block
a pearl Rolex 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'

Lord
I'ma be every fuckin' piece of skrilla cheese out here I can
I'ma break fuckin' bitch, fatalities that I can bring
I'ma millie my but killie, killin' everything that I wanna kill
You ass niggaz don't want Lord Infamous from South Parkway 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 closely don't you ever forget
Y'all wouldn't, Y'all never be with out us bitch
forget

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

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

DJ
Killin', buckin', up in Gunfire
Bullets rickin' off the walls, this is Warfare
Suckaz they got nuts
You know these elephants
Specialize in takin'
Specialize in nappy
this is serious, I can't play no games no more
Niggaz actin' curious, but I think they know the
Bitches know the Hypnotize medallion show click you claim
Hold it up strong, only those, who real, or maintain', in this game

MC
Alot of niggaz talk that and end up gettin' the wig split
It's MC Mack, the known for smackin', jackin', Cracker Jacks
Busta ass nigga, run you and get your ass blowed off
Watch me put my ski mask on, my gat back trick now drop it off
Shoot a super soaker in a minute 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,
a busta
Ain't no love lost off in my heart, there's no colder
Won't you come a little closer nigga, you won't be our

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

Boo:
Yeah I know, I
Down, down, baby down, down
Sweet 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 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 me, niggaz got dreams of fuckin' me
Fuckin' me ain't the gon' fuck you up mean more 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 dramma
Ridin' with my congregation, and we smokin' on
If you wanna go to war with us, we prepared to
Caught that niggaz slippin' at his place, him in his face
Now I race, the scenery, blowin' on greenery
Know I got a temper but you tricks wanna be to me
the weak, told to tell 'em, Julius Caesar, how he rolls
Newspaper, told to tell 'em, how he got lnocked of his toes
You should know, that we rollin' deep, hittin' like a
Kiss the floor, don't be lookin' dumb cause I explain
I maintain, killaz catchin' drinks, cathin' cappers
Shootin' at your muthafuckin' lane, be catching vapors
Playa Haters, violatiers, bullshiters, this for
Boy I keep a big gun, you don't want