Luyện nghe bài hát Bang It in Ya Whip

[intro: fensta, (sha-cronz), ]
to i...> *echo*
(these punk-ass niggaz, 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 with this track
(ain't nothin stop us)
you know, on the of desperados
(united to the fullest) word is bond
(sha-cronz) peace to the gods, uk, wu
(recognize) monk, sha-cronz in the house
(before we in drama)
all my niggaz about to get hit. word up.
(who we are, who we be) all my about to get hit
(what we for) justice and equality
All my out there, too, up on the set
youknowwhati'msayin?
Hit them like that, yo

[babyface
It's the sinister, like clamidia
Burn like no vagina, retina
like you hard, while I lick off your head
Pussy upper lips as fright creaps in like a boa constrictor
Blow to ego, clostrophobia, new sensation, revelation
Niggaz bitch, emotional winch
Get slapped around like niggaz frontin
You unleashed the beast like the niece garfield east
the heads of the 12 priests, crab louse, won't catch it
Shut the up, your mouth is like punks (shut up!), always runnin (ha!)
From the '90's, so I never will onions and pills (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 sexual cravings, your freakish
Criminal antics, (hoo) your symnatics amaze me
Fuck around, you'll be up daisies
Like them niggaz who slept when assassins crept through your
you up... ahhh!

[buddha
Who's the killa? iodine
You got eye on mines, niggaz, you wanna take mines?
Feel one 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 block and 4
You should've known it was bones, next page, close the door
Wait, I ain't yet with you so-called pros
You niggaz is packed like compactors
I'm blowin ya' back out, callin me the
The actual nist broke like a wish
And marrow bones stay parrow in my like shadows
is clones, blast 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 is to eject shop up yets
The center, niggaz are to enter in
It's buddha monk, throw head in the cha-a-am-ber

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

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

monk]
What? alright, check 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 punks off this motherfuckin track that dumps
I'll elect to annihilate, serve on a mc
Who wanna test thee? ha, nigga
I'll serve you here remedy, g-o-d fuckin up ya whole family
Yea, you know that's got to be me, swingin like tarzan through
With a 9 in my hand, mane who wants to battle this mc
And if not enough, then I'll huff and I'll puff
And mack yo' motherfuckin ass down, now stay down, ya low
yet, here's a shot from the 4-pound
And the cops can't help ya, yellin, "blue-uniformed man is down"

[babyface
What, niggaz,