Luyện nghe bài hát Whatever Ho

DJ
Yeah you hoes
Y'all know the muthafuckin' dead Camp 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 muthafucka for the 9-9, 9's to your ho
(Mafia, Mafia, Mafi-ya, ya, Mafia, Mafia, Mafi-ya, ya)

J:
Glock 9's, Tech 9's, any gun bitch
Evergreen have got these cowards on the run bitch
'em like they convicts
Know they hear guns click
Doped up a muthafucka (Cough, Cough, Snort)
You could catch me in the same hood, on the same block
a pearl Rolex watch, and a knot, and a glock
9 o'clock clock nigga like to slang 'cause I be hustlin' and
We gon' put a end to you and you niggaz hatin'

Lord
I'ma be every piece of skrilla cheese out here I can make
I'ma every fuckin' bitch, fatalities that I can bring
I'ma millie my pillie but killie, killin' everything that I wanna
You weak ass niggaz don't want Lord Infamous 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 don't you ever forget
Y'all wouldn't, Y'all never be shit out us bitch
forget

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

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

DJ
Killin', buckin', buckin up in
rickin' off the walls, nigga this is Warfare
Suckaz claimin' they got
You know these elephants
Specialize in notes
Specialize in hoes
Niggaz this is serious, I can't play no no more
Niggaz actin' curious, but I think they know the
Bitches know the medallion show what 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 nigga known for smackin', jackin', Jacks
Busta ass nigga, run you mouth and get your ass 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 fuck about another
if speakin' use your counter attack
Rollin' like a nigga smack a nigga like a nigga a bitch, you crumpa,
a busta
Ain't no love off in my heart, there's no place colder
Won't you come a little closer nigga, you be rollin' our

Socialists up actin' servin' sevens
Have 'em in jail suspended, in the
Started rivalries
Homies swithin', actin'
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
ample businesses all in the name of the T-Rock
Suckaz eat pot, swallow D, and get punished for three
the hit stops, it won't be over, 'til your heat pops
Away the gravity, stand and point your a Tech and see him drop

Gangsta
I know, I know
Down, down, baby down, down
dreams baby, Rock-a-bye 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 wanna hit 'em, but nigga you an't 'em, forget 'em
Because you sorry, and ain't nothin' but venom
I know bitches out there lovin' me, niggaz got dreams of 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
me a berries 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 slippin' at his place, shot him in his face
Now I race, from the scenery, blowin' on
I got a temper but you tricks wanna be mean to me
It's the weak, told to tell 'em, Julius Caesar, how he
Newspaper, to tell 'em, how he just got lnocked of his toes
You should know, we rollin' deep, hittin' like a train
Kiss the floor, don't be dumb cause I don't explain
I maintain, killaz drinks, Project cathin' cappers
at your muthafuckin' lane, they be catching vapors
Playa Haters, violatiers, bullshiters, this for
Boy I keep a big gun, you don't none