Luyện nghe bài hát The What

I to get feels on a bitch
Now I throw shields on the dick to stop me from HIV shit
And nigga's know they soft a Twinkie filling
Playin' the villain, prepare for rap killin'

Smalls is the illest, your style is played out
Like Arnold wondered, "What you talkin Willis?"
The thrill is gone, the black Frank
Is here to excite and throw dick to

Bitches, I 'em brainless, guns, I like 'em stainless steel
I the fuckin' fortune like the wheel
I squeeze gats my clips is empty
Don't tempt me, you don't want to fuck Biggie

Here I am, I'll be damned if this some shit
Come to the butter lyrics over hominy grit
the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet, black ninja
Comin' where you rest at,

Step inside the ring, you're the one contender
Lookin' cold booty, like your pussy in
stop bitchin', button up ya lip and
From Method, all you gettin' is a can of ass

Hey, be kickin' you son, you doin' all the yappin'
Actin' as if it happen
You front and got me mad to touch somethin'
Yo, I'm from Island and ain't afraid to bust somethin'

So ya want nigga, ya want nigga
I got a six shooter and a horse Trigger, it's real
Ninety four, rugged raw, kickin' down god damn door
And it goes a little somethin' this

Fuck the world, don't ask me for
And you get ya gotta work hard for it
Honey's shake hips, ya don't stop
And nigga's pack the clips, on, bitch

Verse two, with that Old E brew
Meth-tical, puttin' back in I.C.U
I'm lifted troop, you can bring your wack ass
I got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like

No question, I be comin' down and
Yo, I gets rugged as a motherfuckin' get
And nigga's love it, not in the form but in the mental
I and they cells get warm, I'm not a gentle

Man, I'm a Man
Baby accept it, utmost it and
Assume the position, stop look and
I spit on your grave then I my Charles Dickens, bitch

Welcome to my center, honey's feel it in their placenta
Cold as the pole in the winter, far the inventor
But I got this rap shit and when my Mac unloads
I'm guaranteed another

to die, why I act that way?
Pop Duke left Mom Duke, the took the back way
So of makin' ho's suck my dick up
I used to do up 'cause ho's is irritatin' like the hiccups

Excuse me, flows just grow me
Like trees to branches, to avalanches
It's the mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan
A motherfuckin' rap phenomenon and

I got more glocks and techs you
I make it hot, won't even stand next to you
Nigga touch me, you better bust me three times in the
Or motherfucker's dead, you so

Fuck the world, don't ask me for
And everything you get ya work hard for it
Honey's your hips, ya don't stop
And nigga's pack the clips, on

Fuck the world, don't ask me for
And you get ya gotta work hard for it
Honey's shake your hips, ya stop
And nigga's the clips, keep on, yeah