Luyện nghe bài hát Whatever Ho

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

Get one of these gold on the wall before you talk some old
shit
Bitch, whatever nigga
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 gats have got these on the run bitch
Kill 'em like convicts
Know they hear them click
Doped up like a (Cough, Cough, Snort)
You could catch me in the same hood, on the fuckin' same
With a pearl Rolex watch, and a knot, and a
9 o'clock clock nigga to slang 'cause I be hustlin' weight and
We gon' put a end to you and you niggaz hatin'

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

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

Whoa, muthafucka watch yourself, watch your back
Cause we chillin' with Pat
Straped with them
Be ready to
All you hatin' ass niggaz that wanna jump, yo punk up
You better come up real with your muthatfuckin' shit, cause boy, 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 that shit and peep these streets
Sayin' "That ScanMan boy's a bitch" know watch them 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 know these
Specialize in notes
Specialize in nappy
Niggaz this is serious, I can't play no games no
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 stay real, or maintain', in this

MC
Alot of talk that shit and end up gettin' the wig split
MC Mack, the nigga known for smackin', jackin', Cracker Jacks
Busta ass nigga, run you mouth and get your ass off
Watch me put my ski on, cock my gat back trick now drop it off
Shoot a super soaker in a minute don't you give a fuck about another
if he's use your counter attack
Rollin' like a nigga smack a nigga like a smack 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 won't be our

Socialists up actin' servin' sevens
'em in jail suspended, in the middle
Started civil
swithin', actin' fickle
But if you fuck with 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 for three rocks
Bangin' the hit stops, it won't be over, your heat pops
Away from the gravity, stand and point your a and see him drop

Boo:
Yeah I know, I
Down, down, goin' 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 forget 'em, forget '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' fuck you up more to me

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Project
Alot of gunfire, on you hoes to get my point across
Ridin' in your hood and let the bullets toss
Tossin' me a pack, now I'm tossin' you some dramma
Ridin' my congregation, and we smokin' on marijuana
If you go to war with us, we prepared to bust
Caught that niggaz slippin' at his place, shot him in his
Now I race, from the scenery, blowin' on
Know I got a temper but you tricks wanna be to me
It's the weak, told to tell 'em, 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 don't
I maintain, killaz catchin' drinks, Project cathin'
at your muthafuckin' lane, they be catching vapors
Playa Haters, violatiers, bullshiters, this for
Boy I keep a big gun, you want none