Luyện nghe bài hát The What

I to get feels on a bitch
Now I throw shields on the
To stop me from HIV shit
And niggaz know they like a Twinkie filling
Playing the villain, for this rap killing

Biggie Smalls is the
Your style is out, like Arnold wondered
"What you talking Willis?"
The thrill is gone, the Frank White
Is here to excite and throw to dykes

Bitches, I 'em brainless
Guns, I 'em stainless steel
I want the fuckin' Fortune the Wheel
I gats 'til my clips is empty
Don't me
(T H O D Man)
You don't want to with Biggie

Here I am, be damned 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
Coming where you rest at,

Step inside the ring, the number one contender
cold booty like your pussy in December
Nigga stop bitching, up ya lip and
Method, all you getting is a can of ass whipping

Hey, I'll be kicking you son, you doing all the
Acting as if it happen
You front and got me mad to touch something
Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't to bust something

So what cha want, Ya punk, nigga
I got a six-shooter and a horse Trigger
It's real, ninety-four, raw
Kicking down goddamn door
(And it goes a lil' like this)

Fuck the world, ask me for shit
And you get, ya gotta work hard for it
Honies, shake hips, ya don't stop
And niggaz pack the clips, on

two, coming with that Olde E brew
Meth Tical, niggaz back in I.C.U.
I'm lifted, troop, you can bring wack ass crew
I got connections, I'll get that ass like glue

No question, I be down and shit
Yo, I gets rugged as a carpet get
And niggaz it, not in the physical form but in the mental
I spark and cells get warm, I'm not a gentle, man

I'm a Man
Baby, accept it, respect it
(Assume the position)
Stop, look and
I spit on grave, then I grab my Charles Dickens

to my center
Honies feel it deep in they
as the pole in the winter
Far from the inventor but I got this rap shit

And when my Mac
I'm guaranteed another
Ready to die, why I act way?
Pop duke Mom duke
The took the back way

So instead of making hoes suck my up
I used to do
'Cause hoes is irritating the hiccups
Excuse me, flows just through me

Like trees to branches, cliffs to
the Praying Mantis
Deep like the of Farrakhan
A motherfucking rap

(I got more glocks and techs you)
I it hot
(Nigga, even stand next to you)
Nigga, touch me, you bust me
times in the head
Or dead, ya thought so

the world, don't ask me for shit
And everything you get, ya work hard for it
Honies, shake hips, ya don't stop
And pack the clips, keep on

Fuck the world, ask me for shit
And everything you get, ya work hard for it
Honies, shake hips, ya don't stop
And pack the clips, keep on