Luyện nghe bài hát Biscuit

Yo don't wear no drawers!
I saw her when she them off!
on the welfare line
Eating swine to look fine, with her stank behind
You can ask the bitch and tell 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 like 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 fuckin' 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 disaster at any rap

Who the Wu-Tang Clan? 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 in mind
I'll even test the 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, smokin' on a Lee joint
Hey I'm Mo' Better, I'm niggas 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, with a whole lot of
The cuties I desire, I be the to set it
Off, flame on like the Human
Fantastic for all the fans in the store
You can eat it all and tell ya fast
got STYLE for ya nasty ass