Luyện nghe bài hát Biscuits

Yo mama wear no drawers!
I saw her when she them off!
Standin' on the welfare
Eating tryin' to look fine, with her stank behind
You can ask the bitch and she'll tell ya
Meth-Tical got style his nasty ass

Are you ready, to the consenquences and suffer?
I even ya momma you ain't shit, motherfucker
Bring it, and let killer bee kid sting it
And rep-resent, it's like heads up a brick, when I it
Get lost, I you off something
I'm pumpin', like a Reebok, a pump, from the jump and
You was
Bet ya thought ya fuckin' had ya back but they was frontin'
Smokin' dirt blunts and fuckin' stunts and
Ya take the naked gun the bullet, what ya bustin'
Get ya ship sunken, fuckin' a drunken
Master at any rap functions

Who said the Wu-Tang Was it you or your man?
You wanna point the finger, bring ya
36 chambers, be out, youze in
Let me pull ya outcha ass with a hanger
Didn't momma not tell ya not to talk to a
Now ya got ya neck, in the noose, of the
Just recline, the Meth in mind
I'll even test the knuckle check on the hands of
What? And I'll be more than glad to bust ass
All up and down the block, the street, ave
Whatever, smokin' on a Spike Lee
Hey I'm Mo' Better, I'm hopin' get the point
Cause they could never, stop the veteran, to God
When I'm the HEAD of a mental vegetarian
The Method, at the weekend, with a lot of credit
The cuties I desire, I be the to set it
Off, flame on the Human Torch
Fantastic for all the fans in the store
You can eat it all and it'll tell ya
Meth-Tical got for ya nasty ass