Luyện nghe bài hát Whatever Ho

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

Get one of these plaques on the wall before you talk some old
muthafuckin'
Bitch, it's whatever
We in this muthafucka for the 9-9, 9's to head 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 they convicts
Know they hear guns click
Doped up a muthafucka (Cough, Cough, Snort)
You catch me in the same hood, on the fuckin' same block
With a pearl 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'

Infamous:
I'ma be fuckin' 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 kill
You weak ass don't want Lord Infamous from 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 listen closely don't you ever forget
Y'all wouldn't, never be shit with out us bitch
forget

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

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

DJ
Killin', buckin', buckin up in
Bullets rickin' off the walls, nigga is Warfare
Suckaz claimin' got nuts
You know these elephants
Specialize in takin'
Specialize in hoes
this is serious, I can't play no games no more
Niggaz actin' curious, but I think they 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
of niggaz talk that shit and end up gettin' the wig split
It's MC Mack, the nigga known for smackin', jackin', Jacks
ass nigga, run you mouth and get your ass blowed off
Watch me put my ski on, cock my gat back trick now drop it off
Shoot a super in a minute don't you give a fuck about another nigga
if he's speakin' use your attack
like a nigga smack a nigga like a nigga smack a bitch, you crumpa,
stain a
Ain't no lost off in my heart, there's no place colder
Won't you a little closer nigga, you won't be rollin' our

Socialists up actin' servin' sevens
Have 'em in suspended, in the middle
Started rivalries
Homies swithin', actin'
But if you with family ties, we leave you triple
That nigga there know his gun a missle, don't flash on him, only man
chival
Erasin' ample businesses all in the name of the
eat pot, swallow D, and get punished for three 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
Yeah I know, I
Down, down, goin' down, down
Sweet baby, Rock-a-bye baby
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 forget 'em, forget 'em
you sorry, and sorry ain't nothin' but venom
I know bitches out 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, bustin' on you hoes to get my across
Ridin' in hood and let the muthafuckin' bullets toss
Tossin' me a berries pack, now I'm tossin' you dramma
Ridin' my congregation, and we smokin' on marijuana
If you wanna go to war us, we prepared to bust
Caught that niggaz at his place, shot him in his face
Now I race, from the scenery, on greenery
Know I got a temper but you wanna be mean to me
the weak, told to tell 'em, Julius Caesar, how he rolls
Newspaper, told to 'em, how he just got lnocked of his toes
You should know, we rollin' deep, hittin' like a train
Kiss the floor, be lookin' dumb cause I don't explain
I maintain, killaz catchin' drinks, Project cappers
at your muthafuckin' lane, they be catching vapors
Playa Haters, violatiers, bullshiters, for y'all
Boy I keep a big gun, you don't want