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 on the wall before you talk some old
shit
Bitch, whatever nigga
We in this muthafucka for the 9-9, 9's to 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 catch me in the hood, on the fuckin' same block
a pearl Rolex watch, and a knot, and a glock
9 o'clock nigga like to slang 'cause I be hustlin' weight and
We gon' put a end to you hoes and you niggaz

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

Black:
Killin' shit
Bitches shit
ain't shit
Bodies in a
How many niggaz 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 cash

Whoa, muthafucka watch yourself, watch your back
still we chillin' with Pat
Straped with gats
Be to attack
All you hatin' ass niggaz wanna jump, yo punk what's up
You better come up real with your shit, cause boy, it's gonna
get
gone bad, for you niggaz claimin' killaz
Automatic triggaz pullin' drillin' inside your liver
How you figure, I was gon' let you that shit and peep these streets
"That ScanMan boy's a bitch" know watch them throw lights 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 Hypnotize medallion what click you claim
Hold it up strong, only those, who stay real, or maintain', in this

MC
Alot of niggaz talk that shit and end up gettin' the wig
It's MC Mack, the nigga known for smackin', jackin', Jacks
Busta ass nigga, run you mouth and get ass blowed off
Watch me put my ski mask on, cock my gat back trick now it off
Shoot a super soaker in a minute don't you give a about another nigga
if he's speakin' use your counter
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, no place colder
Won't you a little closer nigga, you won't be rollin' our

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

Boo:
Yeah I know, I
Down, down, baby down, down
Sweet dreams baby, Rock-a-bye
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 lovin' me, niggaz got dreams of fuckin' me
me ain't the story gon' fuck you up mean more to me

DJ
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Project
of gunfire, bustin' on you hoes to get my point across
Ridin' in hood and let the muthafuckin' bullets toss
Tossin' me a pack, now I'm tossin' you some 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, shot him in his
Now I race, the scenery, blowin' on greenery
Know I got a temper but you tricks wanna be to me
It's the weak, told to 'em, Julius Caesar, how he rolls
Newspaper, told to tell 'em, how he just got lnocked of his
You should know, that we deep, hittin' like a train
Kiss the floor, don't be lookin' dumb I don't explain
I maintain, catchin' drinks, Project 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