Luyện nghe bài hát Biscuit

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

Are you ready, to face the and suffer?
I even tell ya momma you ain't shit,
Bring it, and let killer bee kid sting it
And rep-resent, like heads up a brick, when I swing it
Get lost, I break you off
I'm pumpin', like a Reebok, a pump, from the jump and
You was
Bet ya thought ya fuckin' had ya back but they was frontin'
dirt blunts and fuckin' nasty stunts and
Ya take the naked gun the bullet, what ya bustin'
Get ya ship sunken, with a drunken
Master disaster at any rap

Who said the Wu-Tang Was it you or your man?
You wanna point the finger, I'll ya
36 chambers, be out, youze in
Let me pull ya brain ass with a hanger
Didn't momma not tell ya not to talk to a
Now ya got ya neck, in the noose, of the
Just recline, the Meth in mind
I'll test the knuckle check on the hands of time
And I'll be more than glad to bust that ass
All up and the block, the street, that ave
Whatever, on a Spike Lee joint
Hey I'm Mo' Better, I'm hopin' niggas get the
Cause could never, stop the veteran, word to God
I'm severin' the HEAD 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