Luyện nghe bài hát Bang It in Ya Whip

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

Can't even fuck with track
(ain't nothin stop us)
you know, on the corse of desperados
(united kingdom to the fullest) word is
(sha-cronz) to the gods, uk, poppa wu
(recognize) monk, sha-cronz in the house
(before we in drama)
Youknowwhati'msayin? all my 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

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

[buddha
Who's the killa? monk
You got your eye on mines, niggaz, you wanna mines?
Feel one down to your spine, several parts almost never
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 and stuck 4
You should've known it was them bones, next page, close the
Wait, I finished yet with you so-called pros
You niggaz is packed like fuckin
I'm ya' back out, callin me the subtractor
The actual gets broke like a wish
And marrow bones stay parrow in my zone shadows
Niggaz is clones, blast off the 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, are scared to enter in
It's buddha monk, throw your head in the

Yo, peep the pro, put my skills to work
That show's and about a mil' I'm worth
Get higher 10 kilohertz
Blank on tracks like hungry
Rappers funny style and holdin
Frontin, posted up bowlin
Pins in chevy's, while you're goin broke
Holdin a benz, I'm on the neck
Pissin weights, can't kuwait
And objects, get these and escape
Ballad and is like a midget to an ape
Don't care if you got a and, uh, 8
rhymin with you, drama mental, time ain't with you
Left dead, can't find a motherfuckin pistol

[chorus (x2): monk]
We large amounts, over-seas and upstate
Sha-cronz, monk and our nigga, babyface
It's an mc's fate to test the great
And we stop, until death is a bedmate

[buddha
What? alright, check this fly shit, 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, on a fake mc
Who wanna test thee? ha, nigga
I'll serve you this here remedy, g-o-d up ya whole family
Yea, you know that's got to be me, swingin like tarzan trees
With a 9 in my hand, mane anybody who to battle this mc
And if that's not enough, then I'll huff and I'll
And mack yo' ass down, now stay down, ya low down
Better yet, here's a shot the 4-pound
And the cops can't help ya, yellin, "blue-uniformed man is down"

[babyface
What, niggaz,