Luyện nghe bài hát Biscuits

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

Are you ready, to the consenquences and suffer?
I even tell ya momma you shit, motherfucker
Bring it, and let that bee kid sting it
And rep-resent, it's like heads up a brick, 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 was frontin'
Smokin' dirt and fuckin' nasty stunts and
Ya the naked gun without the bullet, what ya bustin'
Get ya ship sunken, fuckin' with a
Master disaster at any rap

Who said the Clan? Was it you or your man?
You point the finger, I'll bring ya
36 chambers, be out, youze in
Let me ya brain outcha ass with a hanger
Didn't momma not ya not to talk to a stranger
Now ya got ya neck, in the noose, of the
Just recline, keep the Meth in
even test the knuckle check on the hands of time
What? And I'll be more than glad to bust ass
All up and the block, the street, that ave
Whatever, smokin' on a Spike Lee
Hey I'm Mo' Better, I'm hopin' get the point
they could 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
Four for all the fans in the store
You can eat it all and it'll ya fast
got STYLE for ya nasty ass