Luyện nghe bài hát Whatever Ho

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

Get one of these plaques on the wall before you talk some old
muthafuckin'
Bitch, whatever nigga
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 kinda gun
Evergreen gats have got these on the run bitch
Kill 'em like convicts
they hear them guns click
Doped up a muthafucka (Cough, Cough, Snort)
You could catch me in the same hood, on the same block
With a pearl Rolex watch, and a knot, and a
9 o'clock nigga like to slang 'cause 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 every fuckin' bitch, fatalities that I can bring
millie my pillie 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 with a bomb, with the you bitches y'all
best get
Scarecrow, Club House, yes it ill
So, all y'all listen closely don't you ever
Y'all wouldn't, Y'all be shit with out us bitch
Don't

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

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

DJ
Killin', buckin', buckin up in
Bullets rickin' off the walls, nigga this is
claimin' they got nuts
You don't these elephants
in takin' notes
Specialize in nappy
Niggaz this is serious, I play no games no more
Niggaz curious, but I think they know the score
Bitches know the Hypnotize medallion show what 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 the wig split
MC Mack, the nigga known 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 trick now drop it off
Shoot a super soaker in a minute don't you a fuck about another nigga
if speakin' use your counter attack
Rollin' like a nigga smack a nigga a nigga smack a bitch, you crumpa,
stain a
Ain't no lost off in my heart, there's no place colder
you come a little closer nigga, you won't be rollin' our

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

Boo:
Yeah I know, I
Down, down, goin' 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 forget 'em, 'em
Because you sorry, and ain't nothin' but venom
I know bitches out there lovin' me, niggaz got of fuckin' me
Fuckin' me ain't the story gon' you up mean more to me

DJ
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Project
Alot of gunfire, bustin' on you to get my point across
in your hood and let the muthafuckin' bullets toss
Tossin' me a berries pack, now I'm tossin' you dramma
with my congregation, and we smokin' on marijuana
If you wanna go to war us, we prepared to bust
Caught that niggaz slippin' at his place, shot him in his
Now I race, the scenery, blowin' on greenery
Know I got a but you tricks wanna be mean to me
It's the weak, told to tell 'em, Julius Caesar, how he
Newspaper, told to tell 'em, how he just got lnocked of his
You know, that we rollin' deep, hittin' like a train
Kiss the floor, don't be lookin' dumb cause I don't
I maintain, killaz catchin' drinks, Project cappers
Shootin' at your muthafuckin' lane, they be catching
Playa Haters, violatiers, bullshiters, this for
Boy I keep a big gun, you don't none