Luyện nghe bài hát Biscuit

Yo don't wear no drawers!
I saw her when she them off!
Standin' on the line
Eating tryin' to look fine, with her stank behind
You can ask the bitch and she'll tell ya
got style with 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 heads up a brick, when I swing it
Get lost, I break you off
I'm pumpin', a Reebok, with 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 the naked gun without the bullet, what ya bustin'
Get ya sunken, fuckin' with a drunken
Master disaster at any rap

Who said the Wu-Tang Clan? Was it you or man?
You point the finger, I'll bring ya
36 chambers, be out, in danger
Let me pull ya brain ass with a hanger
Didn't not tell ya not to talk 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 I'll be more than to bust that ass
All up and the block, the street, that ave
Whatever, smokin' on a Spike Lee
Hey I'm Mo' Better, I'm hopin' niggas get the
Cause they 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 I desire, I be the first to set it
Off, flame on the Human Torch
Fantastic Four for all the in the store
You can eat it all and tell ya fast
Meth-Tical got for ya nasty ass