Luyện nghe bài hát What You Got

Y'all coward niggaz make a like me laugh,
what the fuck? yea, yea.. chargin y'all
yea, yea.. behold the only thing than yourself

(Verse 1)
slash ya grill, don't start me
You'll be the only with less groupies than Biz Markie
I'm never dull, the pretty thug, style centerfold,
I'll have every latin in the country at ya skull
I'll aim it at the Pope if he claimin he sellin the most
My Jersey blocks is locked tighter prisoners hold soap
And listeners we vote out ya CD and vinyl, the final result
Yell, tricks and smoke, till our vocals combine with a Colt
They this in every club, whip, party and bar you in
Give you more blood than two jamaicans arguin
Sweat till ya fake platinum chains is tarnishin
Women shakin they ovaries, what we accomplishin, what..

(Chorus)
We got better than you got "What You Got?"
We got better bitches you got "What You Got?"
We run with more killas you got "What You Got?"
We got better than you got "What You Got?"
We got better cribs you got "What You Got?"
We got better than you got "What You Got?"
We run more killas than you got "What You Got?"
We got better lyrics you got "What You Got?"

(Verse 2)
Coming to kill me, I cant that
Fear is a stimulus I haven't programmed to feel yet
you outta your Roots like I'm from Illadelph
What I do to your hairline back, Rogaine wont help
My Quest for the Wealth, like Stone Cold quest for the belt
I mention myself as a celestial cell, an extension of
At a lynching I smile, cut myself down, your guest list
My style never a like they do black men in Texas
Next rapper to mention this, show them the real threat
Cause I'ma ride till my daughters "Daddy are we there yet?"
Ain't no priest in the streets, only before miracles
See keys than a lot of Hammer's repossessed vehicles
Told you I was coming, you ain't I'm assumin
If we all super heroes, these bitch niggaz be Wonder Women
to fist, skin to skin, I make you fall flat
Brat little niggaz, the tat on my shoulder cover whole back
Cant hold back, splatter whole rap to match my ((?))
Shittin on MC's, my ass on they notebooks
How the broke crooks in videos leave me
I'll turn on channel 2 if I wanna CBS,

(Chorus w/ variation)

(Verse 3)
Least but not last, blast an informant
Until he has the cash to put end to his
Now up the brass for his coffin
I'm of the rawest, my passion ain't dormant
mastered the forces, I rap to the chorus,
My is enormous, I'm fast and I'm cautious
Twenty inch arms stronger forklifts
Smoke hash in front of reporters till I choke and nauseous
And smash the glass of your Porsche's
Show you how Newark is as hard as
Lay you out dead in the grass on the
My craft is flawless, have ya wrapped in a blackened sausage
Blood Splashed across it for like a fag in a cordless
all witnesses, nosey, standing on porches,
Like torches, human, Chino's skin never scorches
Drape your family reunion in funeral mourners
Have cats that sell ya drugs for you, avoid corners
I never lost this mad lust to be rap's
Breakin companies, Jersey got women strapped inside office
I got.. DJ and women makin sex offers
I got.. A crib like a fortress, for all my daughters
I got.. Rhymes hot like sauna's, and from Time Warner
I got.. Killas on every corner, by jewish lawyers
what what..

(Chorus w/ variation)