Luyện nghe bài hát Bang It in Ya Whip

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

Can't fuck with this track
(ain't nothin could us)
you know, on the corse of
(united kingdom to the fullest) word is
(sha-cronz) to the gods, uk, poppa wu
(recognize) monk, sha-cronz in the house
(before we bring 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 stand for)

[babyface
It's the sinister, sick like
like no vagina, your retina
Screwin you hard, while I lick off your head
Pussy upper quiver as fright creaps in like a boa constrictor
Blow to your ego, clostrophobia, new sensation,
Niggaz turn bitch, emotional
Get slapped around faggot niggaz frontin
You unleashed the beast the niece from garfield east
the heads 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, teary-eyed and (he-heh-heh-huu-ha!)
Create with your bodily structure, your natural impulses
(ah-ah-ah) your cravings, your freakish indulgence
Criminal antics, (hoo) your symnatics don't me
Fuck around, be pushin up daisies
Like them niggaz who slept when assassins crept through your
you up... ahhh!

[buddha
Who's the killa? iodine
You got your eye on mines, niggaz, you take mines?
Feel one to your spine, several parts almost never 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 you so-called pros
You niggaz is like fuckin compactors
I'm ya' back out, callin me the subtractor
The actual nist broke like a wish
And marrow bones stay parrow in my like shadows
Niggaz is clones, blast off the iron palm, kept from sacred songs
The basics is first to hurts, so don't think fuckin zu's rest in dirt
The projects is to eject shop up
The center, niggaz are scared to in
It's buddha monk, throw your head in the

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

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

monk]
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 motherfuckin track that dumps
I'll elect to annihilate, on a fake mc
Who wanna thee? ha, nigga please
I'll serve you this here remedy, g-o-d up ya whole family
Yea, you that's got to be me, swingin like tarzan through trees
With a 9 in my hand, mane anybody who wants to this mc
And if that's not enough, then I'll 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 cops can't help ya, yellin, "blue-uniformed man is down"

fensta]
What, niggaz,