Luyện nghe bài hát Bang It in Ya Whip

[intro: fensta, (sha-cronz), ]

(these niggaz, they ain't ready)
(we made men, haha!) what, nigga?
(we--we doin' this for years)
niggaz can't see this shit

Can't even fuck this track
(ain't could stop us)
you know, on the corse of desperados
(united kingdom to the fullest) is bond
(sha-cronz) to the gods, uk, poppa wu
(recognize) buddha monk, 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) on, hoo-hey-hey> justice and equality
All my out there, too, up on the set

[babyface
It's the sinister, sick like
like no vagina, your retina
Screwin like you hard, while I off your head
Pussy upper lips quiver as fright creaps in like a boa
Blow to ego, clostrophobia, new sensation, revelation
turn bitch, emotional winch
Get slapped around like faggot niggaz
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 like onions and (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 sexual cravings, your indulgence
antics, (hoo) your symnatics don't amaze me
Fuck around, you'll be up daisies
Like niggaz who slept when assassins crept through your villa
you up... ahhh!

[buddha
Who's the killa? iodine
You got your eye on mines, niggaz, you wanna mines?
Feel one down to your spine, several almost never find
Royal blood kin on your fetal line, I'm 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, the door
Wait, I ain't yet with you so-called pros
You niggaz is packed like fuckin
I'm blowin ya' back out, me the subtractor
The nist gets broke like a wish
And marrow 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 shop up
The center, niggaz are to enter in
It's buddha monk, throw your 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 higher than 10
Blank on tracks hungry rodents
Rappers funny style and holdin
Frontin, posted up like
rollin in chevy's, while you're goin broke
Holdin a benz, I'm heavy on the
Pissin weights, can't kuwait
And objects, get papes and escape
Ballad and cronz is like a to an ape
Don't care if you got a and, uh, 8
Niggaz with you, drama mental, time ain't with you
dead, cops can't find a motherfuckin pistol

[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 death is a

[buddha
What? alright, check fly shit, this do or die shit
Monk drive-by hit, yea, it in ya whip
If I do it any way I do it
Let me roast punks off motherfuckin track that dumps
I'll elect to annihilate, serve on a mc
Who wanna test thee? ha, nigga
I'll you this here remedy, g-o-d fuckin up ya whole family
Yea, you know that's got to be me, swingin tarzan through trees
With a 9 in my hand, 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 stay down, ya low
yet, here's a shot from the 4-pound
And the cops can't ya, they yellin, "blue-uniformed man is down"

[babyface
What, niggaz,