Luyện nghe bài hát Bang It in Ya Whip

[intro: fensta, (sha-cronz), ]
to i...> *echo*
(these niggaz, they ain't ready)
(we made men, haha!) younahi'msayin? what,
(we--we been this for years)
Y'all niggaz can't see shit

Can't even fuck this track
(ain't could stop us)
you know, on the corse of desperados
(united to the fullest) word is bond
(sha-cronz) peace to the gods, uk, wu
(recognize) buddha monk, sha-cronz in the
(before we in drama)
Youknowwhati'msayin? all my niggaz to get hit. word up.
(who we are, who we be) all my mommys to get hit
(what we stand for) justice and
All my out there, too, up on the set

fensta]
It's the sinister, sick like
Burn like no vagina, your
like you hard, while I lick off your head
Pussy upper lips quiver as fright in like a boa constrictor
Blow to ego, clostrophobia, new sensation, revelation
Niggaz turn bitch, emotional
Get slapped around like faggot niggaz
You unleashed the beast like the from garfield east
Does the heads of the 12 priests, crab louse, won't it
Shut the fuck up, your mouth is like punks (shut up!), runnin (ha!)
From the '90's, so I never will like onions and (zu-zu-zu-zu-zu)
you weary, teary-eyed and dreary (he-heh-heh-huu-ha!)
Create havoc with bodily structure, your natural impulses
(ah-ah-ah) your cravings, your freakish indulgence
Criminal antics, (hoo) your don't amaze me
Fuck around, you'll be up daisies
Like them niggaz who slept assassins crept through your villa
you up... ahhh!

[buddha
Who's the killa? monk
You got your eye on mines, niggaz, you take mines?
Feel one down to your spine, several parts almost find
Royal blood kin on your line, I'm prepared to deal with fetal lines
Yo, it out...
I took, blow, yo, you ran up the block and 4
You should've known it was them bones, page, close the door
Wait, I ain't finished yet with you pros
You niggaz is packed like fuckin
I'm blowin ya' back out, callin me the
The nist gets broke like a wish
And bones stay parrow in my zone like shadows
Niggaz is clones, off the iron palm, you're kept from sacred songs
The basics is first to hurts, so don't think fuckin zu's could in dirt
The projects is to eject up yets
The center, niggaz are to enter in
It's buddha monk, throw your head in the

Yo, the real pro, put my skills to work
show's benz and about a mil' I'm worth
Get than 10 kilohertz
Blank on tracks like rodents
Rappers actin style and holdin
Frontin, posted up bowlin
Pins rollin in chevy's, while you're broke
Holdin a benz, I'm on the neck
Pissin weights, can't risk
And objects, get these and escape
and cronz is like a midget to an ape
Don't care if you got a and, uh, 8
Niggaz rhymin with you, drama mental, ain't with you
Left dead, cops can't find a motherfuckin

[chorus (x2): buddha
We catchin large amounts, over-seas and
Sha-cronz, monk and our nigga, babyface
It's an mc's fate to test the zu's
And we won't stop, until is a bedmate

[buddha
What? alright, check this fly shit, do or die shit
Monk drive-by hit, yea, bang it in ya
If I do it any way I do it
Let me roast punks off this motherfuckin track that
I'll to annihilate, serve on a fake mc
Who test thee? ha, nigga please
I'll serve you this here remedy, g-o-d fuckin up ya whole
Yea, you know that's got to be me, swingin tarzan through trees
a 9 in my hand, mane anybody who wants to battle this mc
And if that's not enough, I'll huff and I'll puff
And mack yo' motherfuckin ass down, now down, ya low down
Better yet, here's a shot from the
And the can't help ya, they yellin, "blue-uniformed man is down"

[babyface
What, niggaz,