Luyện nghe bài hát Biscuit

Yo don't wear no drawers!
I saw her she took them off!
on the welfare line
Eating tryin' to look fine, with her stank behind
You can ask the bitch and she'll tell ya
Meth-Tical got 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 you off something
I'm pumpin', like a Reebok, with a pump, 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 the naked gun without the bullet, what ya bustin'
Get ya ship sunken, fuckin' a drunken
Master at any rap functions

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 outcha 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, keep the Meth in
I'll even test the knuckle check on the of time
And I'll be more than glad to bust that ass
All up and the block, the street, that ave
Whatever, smokin' on a Lee joint
Hey I'm Mo' Better, I'm hopin' get the point
Cause they never, stop the veteran, word to God
When I'm severin' the HEAD of a mental
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 Human
Fantastic Four for all the in the store
You can eat it all and tell ya fast
got STYLE for ya nasty ass