Luyện nghe bài hát Biscuit

Yo don't wear no drawers!
I saw her when she them off!
Standin' on the welfare
Eating swine tryin' to look fine, with her stank
You can ask the and she'll tell ya fast
Meth-Tical got style with his ass

Are you ready, to face the and suffer?
I tell ya momma you ain't shit, motherfucker
Bring it, and let killer bee kid sting it
And rep-resent, it's like heads up a brick, I swing it
Get lost, I you off something
I'm pumpin', a Reebok, with a pump, from the jump and
You was
Bet ya thought ya clan had ya back but they was frontin'
Smokin' blunts and fuckin' nasty stunts and
Ya take the gun without the bullet, what ya bustin'
Get ya ship sunken, fuckin' a drunken
disaster at any rap functions

Who said the Clan? Was it you or your man?
You wanna the finger, I'll bring ya
36 chambers, be out, in danger
Let me pull ya brain outcha ass with a
Didn't momma not tell ya not to to a stranger
Now ya got ya neck, in the noose, of the
recline, keep the Meth in mind
I'll even test the knuckle on the hands of time
What? And I'll be more glad to bust that ass
All up and down the block, the street, ave
Whatever, smokin' on a Spike Lee
Hey I'm Mo' Better, I'm niggas get the point
Cause could never, stop the veteran, word to God
When I'm the HEAD of a mental vegetarian
The Method, at the weekend, with a lot of credit
The cuties I desire, I be the to set it
Off, flame on like the Torch
Fantastic Four for all the fans in the
You can eat it all and it'll ya fast
got STYLE for ya nasty ass