Luyện nghe bài hát Biscuits

Yo mama wear no drawers!
I saw her when she took off!
Standin' on the welfare
Eating swine tryin' to fine, with her stank behind
You can ask the bitch and she'll ya fast
Meth-Tical got style his nasty ass

Are you ready, to face the and suffer?
I even tell ya you ain't 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, a pump, from the jump and
You was
Bet ya ya fuckin' clan had ya back but they was frontin'
dirt blunts and fuckin' nasty stunts and
Ya take the naked gun without the bullet, what ya
Get ya ship sunken, fuckin' a drunken
Master disaster at any rap

Who said the Wu-Tang Was it you or your man?
You wanna point the finger, bring ya
36 chambers, be out, in danger
Let me pull ya brain outcha ass with a
Didn't momma not ya not to talk to a stranger
Now ya got ya neck, in the noose, of the
Just recline, the Meth in mind
I'll even test the knuckle on the hands of time
What? And I'll be more than to bust that ass
All up and down the block, the street, ave
Whatever, on a Spike Lee joint
Hey I'm Mo' Better, I'm hopin' niggas get the
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 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