Luyện nghe bài hát Biscuit

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

Are you ready, to face the and suffer?
I even ya momma you ain't shit, motherfucker
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', like a Reebok, with a pump, from the and
You was
Bet ya thought ya fuckin' clan had ya back but they was
Smokin' dirt and fuckin' nasty stunts and
Ya take the naked gun without the bullet, what ya
Get ya ship sunken, with a drunken
Master at any rap functions

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 outcha ass with a
Didn't not tell ya not to talk 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 check on the of time
What? And I'll be more than to bust that ass
All up and down the block, the street, ave
Whatever, smokin' on a Lee joint
Hey I'm Mo' Better, I'm hopin' get the point
Cause they could never, stop the veteran, to God
When I'm severin' the HEAD of a vegetarian
The Method, at the weekend, with a whole lot of
The I desire, I be the first to set it
Off, flame on like the Torch
Fantastic Four for all the fans in the
You can eat it all and tell ya fast
got STYLE for ya nasty ass