Luyện nghe bài hát Biscuit

Yo mama wear no drawers!
I saw her when she them off!
on the welfare line
Eating swine tryin' to look fine, her stank behind
You can ask the bitch and tell ya fast
Meth-Tical got style his nasty ass

Are you ready, to face the consenquences and
I even tell ya momma you ain't shit,
it, and let that killer bee kid sting it
And rep-resent, it's like up a brick, when I swing it
Get lost, I break you off
I'm pumpin', like a Reebok, with a pump, from the and
You was
Bet ya thought ya fuckin' had ya back but they was frontin'
Smokin' dirt blunts and fuckin' stunts and
Ya take the naked gun without the bullet, what ya
Get ya ship sunken, fuckin' with a
Master at any rap functions

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