Luyện nghe bài hát The What

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

Biggie Smalls is the illest, style is played out
Like Arnold wondered, "What you 'bout Willis?"
The is gone, the black Frank White
Is here to excite and throw to dykes

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

Here I am, I'll be if this ain't some shit
Come to spread the butter lyrics hominy grit
It's the low death trap, yes I'm a jet, black ninja
Comin' where you rest at,

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

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

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

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 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 glue

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

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

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

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

Excuse me, flows just through me
Like trees to branches, cliffs to
It's the mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan
A rap phenomenon and plus

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

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

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