Luyện nghe bài hát Bang It in Ya Whip

[intro: babyface fensta, (sha-cronz),
(these punk-ass niggaz, ain't ready)
(we made men, haha!) what, nigga?
(we--we been this for years)
Y'all niggaz see this shit

Can't even fuck with track
(ain't nothin stop us)
you know, on the of desperados
(united kingdom to the fullest) is bond
(sha-cronz) peace to the gods, uk, wu
(recognize) buddha monk, sha-cronz in the
(before we bring in drama)
Youknowwhati'msayin? all my niggaz about to get hit. up.
(who we are, who we be) all my about to get hit
(what we stand for)
Hit them niggaz that, yo

fensta]
It's the sinister, like clamidia
like no vagina, your retina
Screwin like you hard, while I lick off head
Pussy upper lips quiver as fright creaps in like a boa
Blow to your ego, clostrophobia, new sensation,
Niggaz turn bitch, emotional
Get slapped around like faggot frontin
You unleashed the beast like the niece from garfield
Does the of the 12 priests, crab louse, won't catch it
Shut the fuck up, mouth is like punks (shut up!), always runnin (ha!)
From the '90's, so I never will like onions and (zu-zu-zu-zu-zu)
Leave you weary, and dreary (he-heh-heh-huu-ha!)
Create havoc with your 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 when assassins crept through your villa
you up... ahhh!

[buddha
the killa? monk iodine
You got your eye on mines, niggaz, you wanna take
one down to your spine, several parts almost never find
Royal blood kin on your fetal line, I'm prepared to deal fetal lines
Yo, it out...
I took, blow, yo, you ran up the and stuck 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 fuckin compactors
I'm blowin ya' back out, me the subtractor
The actual nist gets broke a wish
And marrow bones stay parrow in my like shadows
Niggaz is clones, blast off the iron palm, you're kept sacred songs
The basics is first to hurts, so don't think zu's could rest in dirt
The projects is to eject up yets
The center, are scared to enter in
It's monk, throw your head in the cha-a-am-ber

Yo, peep the real pro, put my to work
That show's benz and a mil' I'm worth
Get higher 10 kilohertz
Blank on like hungry rodents
actin funny style and holdin
Frontin, up like bowlin
Pins rollin in chevy's, you're goin broke
Holdin a benz, I'm heavy on the
Pissin weights, risk kuwait
And objects, get these and escape
Ballad and is like a midget to an ape
care if you got a biscuit and, uh, 8
Niggaz with you, drama mental, time ain't with you
Left dead, cops can't find a motherfuckin

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

monk]
What? alright, this fly shit, this do or die shit
Monk hit, yea, bang it in ya whip
If I do it any way I do it
Let me roast punks off this motherfuckin track dumps
I'll elect to annihilate, on a fake mc
Who wanna test thee? ha, 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 like tarzan through
With a 9 in my hand, mane anybody who wants to battle mc
And if that's not enough, then huff and I'll puff
And mack yo' ass down, now stay down, ya low down
Better yet, here's a shot from the
And the cops can't ya, they yellin, "blue-uniformed man is down"

fensta]
What, niggaz,