Luyện nghe bài hát Bang It in Ya Whip

[intro: fensta, (sha-cronz), ]
to i...> *echo*
(these niggaz, they ain't ready)
(we men, haha!) younahi'msayin? what, nigga?
(we--we been doin' for years)
niggaz can't see this shit

Can't fuck with this track
(ain't nothin stop us)
you know, on the corse of
(united kingdom to the fullest) word is
(sha-cronz) to the gods, uk, poppa 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 mommys to get hit
(what we stand for) and equality
All my out there, too, up on the set
youknowwhati'msayin?
Hit niggaz 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
turn bitch, emotional winch
Get slapped around like niggaz frontin
You unleashed the beast like the niece from east
Does the of the 12 priests, crab louse, won't catch it
Shut the fuck up, your mouth is punks (shut up!), always runnin (ha!)
the '90's, so I never will like onions and pills (zu-zu-zu-zu-zu)
Leave you weary, and dreary (he-heh-heh-huu-ha!)
Create havoc with your bodily structure, your natural
(ah-ah-ah) sexual cravings, your freakish indulgence
Criminal antics, (hoo) your symnatics amaze me
around, you'll be pushin up daisies
Like them niggaz who slept when assassins crept through villa
you up... ahhh!

[buddha
the killa? monk 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 prepared to deal with 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 finished yet you so-called pros
You niggaz is packed fuckin compactors
I'm blowin ya' back out, 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, you're from sacred songs
The basics is first to hurts, so don't think fuckin zu's rest in dirt
The projects is to eject up yets
The center, niggaz are to enter in
It's buddha monk, throw 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 than 10 kilohertz
Blank on tracks like rodents
Rappers actin funny and holdin
Frontin, posted up bowlin
rollin in chevy's, while you're goin broke
Holdin a benz, I'm heavy on the
Pissin weights, can't risk
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
rhymin with you, drama mental, time ain't with you
Left dead, cops can't find a 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, until death is a

monk]
What? alright, check this fly shit, this do or die
drive-by hit, yea, bang it in ya whip
If I do it any way I do it
Let me roast punks off this motherfuckin track that
I'll to annihilate, serve on a fake mc
Who test thee? ha, nigga please
I'll serve you this here remedy, 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 anybody who to battle this mc
And if that's not enough, then I'll and I'll puff
And mack yo' motherfuckin ass down, now stay down, ya low
Better yet, here's a shot the 4-pound
And the can't help ya, they yellin, "blue-uniformed man is down"

fensta]
What, niggaz,