Luyện nghe bài hát Biscuit

Yo mama don't no drawers!
I saw her she took them off!
Standin' on the welfare
Eating swine tryin' to look fine, 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 tell ya you ain't shit, motherfucker
Bring it, and let killer bee kid sting it
And rep-resent, it's heads up a brick, when I swing it
Get lost, I you off something
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'
Smokin' blunts and fuckin' nasty stunts and
Ya take the gun without the bullet, what ya bustin'
Get ya ship sunken, with a drunken
Master disaster at any rap

Who said the Wu-Tang Clan? Was it you or man?
You wanna point the finger, I'll ya
36 chambers, be out, in danger
Let me pull ya outcha ass with a hanger
momma 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 knuckle check on the hands of
What? And I'll be more glad 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 never, stop the veteran, word to God
When I'm severin' the HEAD of a 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
Fantastic for all the fans in the store
You can eat it all and it'll ya fast
Meth-Tical got for ya nasty ass