Luyện nghe bài hát Whatever Ho

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

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

Infamous:
I'ma be every fuckin' of skrilla cheese out here I can make
I'ma break every fuckin' bitch, fatalities that I can
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 with a bomb, with the guns you bitches
best get
Scarecrow, Club House, yes it ill
So, all y'all listen closely don't you ever
Y'all wouldn't, never be shit with out us bitch
forget

Cruchy
Killin' shit
Bitches shit
Niggaz ain't
in a ditch
How many niggaz talked that shit
About the Project fuckin' Pat, Thug ya bitch
Niggaz gon' talk, bitches gon'
Muthafuckaz gonna get bodies in a trunk
All I is cash
Muthafuckaz
Get on your knees
Gimme all your

Whoa, muthafucka watch yourself, watch your back
Cause still we chillin' Pat
Straped them gats
Be ready to
All you hatin' ass niggaz that wanna jump, yo punk up
You better come up real with your muthatfuckin' shit, boy, it's gonna
get
Situation's bad, for you niggaz claimin' killaz
Automatic triggaz pullin' holes inside your liver
How you figure, I was gon' let you talk that 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, this is Warfare
Suckaz claimin' got nuts
You don't these elephants
Specialize in notes
Specialize in hoes
this is serious, I can't play no games 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 stay real, or maintain', in this

MC
Alot of niggaz talk shit and end up gettin' the wig split
It's MC Mack, the known for smackin', jackin', Cracker Jacks
Busta ass nigga, run you and get your ass blowed off
me put my ski mask on, cock my gat back trick now drop it off
Shoot a super soaker in a minute you give a fuck about another nigga
if he's use your counter attack
Rollin' like a nigga smack a nigga like a nigga a bitch, you crumpa,
stain a
Ain't no love lost off in my heart, there's no colder
Won't you come a closer nigga, you won't be rollin' our

Socialists up actin' servin' sevens
Have 'em in jail suspended, in the
Started civil
Homies swithin', actin'
But if you with family ties, we leave you triple
That nigga know his gun a missle, Lord don't flash on him, only man
chival
Erasin' ample businesses all in the 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
Yeah I know, I
Down, down, baby goin' 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
you sorry, and sorry ain't nothin' but venom
I know out there lovin' me, niggaz got dreams of fuckin' me
Fuckin' me ain't the story gon' fuck you up more to me

DJ
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Project
Alot of gunfire, on you hoes to get my point across
Ridin' in your 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 with us, we to bust
Caught that niggaz slippin' at his place, shot him in his
Now I race, from the scenery, on greenery
I got a temper but you tricks wanna be mean to me
It's the weak, to tell 'em, Julius Caesar, how he rolls
Newspaper, told to tell 'em, how he got lnocked of his toes
You should know, that we deep, hittin' like a train
Kiss the floor, don't be lookin' dumb I don't explain
I maintain, killaz catchin' drinks, Project cathin'
Shootin' at your muthafuckin' lane, they be vapors
Playa Haters, violatiers, bullshiters, this for
Boy I keep a big gun, you don't want