Luyện nghe bài hát Whatever Ho

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

Get one of these gold plaques on the 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, 9's, any kinda gun bitch
Evergreen gats have got these cowards on the run
Kill 'em like they
Know they hear them 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 clock 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 every fuckin' bitch, fatalities I can bring
I'ma millie my pillie but killie, everything that I wanna kill
You weak ass niggaz don't want Lord Infamous South Parkway to get ill
Long from the norm, we get dumb with a bomb, the guns you bitches y'all
best get
Scarecrow, House, yes it gets ill
So, all y'all listen closely don't you forget
Y'all wouldn't, Y'all never be shit out us bitch
forget

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

Whoa, watch yourself, just watch your back
still we chillin' with Pat
Straped with gats
Be ready to
All you hatin' ass niggaz that jump, yo punk what's up
You come up real with your muthatfuckin' shit, cause boy, it's 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 talk that shit and peep these
Sayin' "That ScanMan boy's a bitch" know watch throw lights out in my

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

MC
Alot of niggaz talk that 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 mask on, cock my gat trick now drop it off
Shoot a super soaker in a don't you give a fuck about another nigga
if he's speakin' use your attack
Rollin' like a nigga a nigga like a nigga smack a bitch, you crumpa,
a busta
Ain't no love lost off in my heart, there's no colder
you come a little closer nigga, you won't be rollin' our

Socialists up actin' servin' sevens
Have 'em in jail suspended, in the
rivalries civil
Homies swithin', actin'
But if you fuck with family ties, we you triple
That nigga know his gun a missle, Lord don't flash on him, only man
ain't
Erasin' ample businesses all in the of the T-Rock
Suckaz eat pot, swallow D, and get punished for rocks
Bangin' the hit stops, it be over, 'til your heat pops
Away from the gravity, and point your a Tech and see him drop

Gangsta
I know, I know
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 an't forget 'em, 'em
you sorry, and sorry ain't nothin' but venom
I know out there lovin' me, niggaz got dreams of fuckin' me
me ain't the story gon' fuck you up mean more to me

DJ
It's whatever, ho
Whatever, ho
whatever, whatever ho
Whatever, ho
whatever, whatever ho
Whatever, ho
whatever, whatever ho
Whatever, ho
It's whatever, ho
Whatever, ho
It's whatever, ho
Whatever, ho
whatever, whatever ho
Whatever, ho
It's whatever, ho
Whatever, ho
whatever, whatever ho
Whatever, ho
whatever, whatever ho

Project
Alot of gunfire, bustin' on you to get my point across
Ridin' in your hood and let the muthafuckin' toss
me a berries pack, now I'm tossin' you some dramma
Ridin' with my congregation, and we on marijuana
If you go to war with us, we prepared to bust
Caught that slippin' at his place, shot him in his face
Now I race, from the scenery, 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 just got of his toes
You should know, that we rollin' deep, like a train
Kiss the floor, don't be lookin' dumb cause I explain
I maintain, killaz catchin' drinks, Project cathin'
Shootin' at your muthafuckin' lane, they be vapors
Playa Haters, violatiers, bullshiters, for y'all
Boy I keep a big gun, you don't want