Luyện nghe bài hát Bang It in Ya Whip

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

(these punk-ass niggaz, they ready)
(we men, haha!) younahi'msayin? what, nigga?
(we--we been this for years)
Y'all can't see this shit

Can't even fuck this track
(ain't nothin stop us)
you know, on the corse of desperados
(united to the fullest) word is bond
(sha-cronz) to the gods, uk, poppa wu
(recognize) monk, sha-cronz in the house
(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)
Hit them niggaz that, yo

fensta]
It's the sinister, sick like
Burn like no vagina, retina
Screwin like you hard, while I lick off head
Pussy upper lips quiver as fright creaps in like a boa
to your ego, clostrophobia, new sensation, revelation
Niggaz turn bitch, 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 like punks (shut up!), 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!)
havoc with your bodily structure, your natural impulses
(ah-ah-ah) sexual cravings, your freakish indulgence
Criminal antics, (hoo) your don't amaze me
Fuck around, you'll be up daisies
Like them niggaz who slept when crept through your villa
you up... ahhh!

[buddha
Who's the monk iodine
You got eye on mines, niggaz, you wanna take mines?
Feel one down to your spine, several almost never find
Royal blood kin on your fetal line, I'm prepared to with fetal lines
Yo, it out...
I took, blow, yo, you ran up the block and 4
You known it was them bones, next page, close the door
Wait, I ain't finished yet with you so-called
You niggaz is packed like compactors
I'm blowin ya' back out, me the subtractor
The actual nist broke like a wish
And marrow bones 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 rest in
The is to eject shop up yets
The center, niggaz are scared to in
It's buddha monk, throw your head in the

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

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

[buddha
alright, check this 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 test thee? ha, nigga please
I'll you this here remedy, g-o-d fuckin up ya whole family
Yea, you know that's got to be me, swingin like through trees
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 yo' motherfuckin ass down, now stay down, ya low down
Better yet, here's a from the 4-pound
And the can't help ya, they yellin, "blue-uniformed man is down"

[babyface
What, niggaz,