Luyện nghe bài hát Whatever Ho

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

Get one of gold plaques on the wall before you talk some old
shit
Bitch, whatever nigga
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, Tech 9's, any kinda gun
Evergreen gats have got these on the run bitch
Kill 'em they convicts
Know they hear guns click
Doped up like a (Cough, Cough, Snort)
You could catch me in the same hood, on the fuckin' 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 hatin'

Lord
I'ma be 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 with a bomb, with the guns you bitches y'all
best get
Scarecrow, Club House, yes it ill
So, all y'all listen closely don't you forget
Y'all wouldn't, Y'all never be shit with out us
Don't

Cruchy
Killin' shit
ain't shit
Niggaz ain't
Bodies in a
How many done talked that shit
About the Project Pat, Thug Posse ya bitch
Niggaz gon' talk, gon' start
gonna get they bodies in a trunk
All I want is
have
Get down on your
Gimme all cash

Whoa, muthafucka watch yourself, just your back
Cause still we with Pat
Straped with them
Be to attack
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 claimin' killaz
triggaz pullin' drillin' holes inside your liver
How you figure, I was let you talk that shit and peep these streets
Sayin' "That boy's a bitch" know watch them throw lights out in my

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

MC
Alot of niggaz talk shit and end up gettin' the wig split
It's MC Mack, the nigga known for smackin', jackin', Jacks
Busta ass nigga, run you mouth and get ass blowed off
Watch me put my ski mask on, cock my gat back now drop it off
Shoot a soaker in a minute don't you give a fuck about another nigga
if he's speakin' use counter 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, no place colder
Won't you come a little nigga, you won't be rollin' our

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

Boo:
Yeah I know, I
Down, down, goin' down, down
Sweet baby, Rock-a-bye baby
Niggaz wanna run up, we be flexin' the and
Be at ya we comin', and I bitch, I bet ya, I bet ya
You wanna hit 'em, but you an't 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 mean to me

DJ
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Project
of gunfire, bustin' 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
Ridin' with my congregation, and we 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, the scenery, blowin' on greenery
I got a temper but you tricks wanna be mean to me
It's the weak, told to tell 'em, Julius Caesar, how he
Newspaper, to tell 'em, how he just 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 explain
I maintain, killaz catchin' drinks, Project cappers
Shootin' at your lane, they be catching vapors
Haters, violatiers, bullshiters, this for y'all
Boy I keep a big gun, you don't want