Luyện nghe bài hát Biscuits

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

Are you ready, to the consenquences and suffer?
I even tell ya you ain't shit, motherfucker
Bring it, and let killer bee kid sting it
And rep-resent, like heads up a brick, when I swing it
Get lost, I break you off
I'm pumpin', a Reebok, with a pump, from the jump and
You was
Bet ya thought ya fuckin' clan had ya but they was frontin'
Smokin' dirt and fuckin' nasty stunts and
Ya take the naked gun without the bullet, what ya
Get ya ship sunken, fuckin' with a
Master at any rap functions

Who the Wu-Tang Clan? Was it you or your man?
You point the finger, I'll bring ya
36 chambers, be out, in danger
Let me pull ya brain outcha ass 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, the Meth in mind
I'll even test the knuckle check on the hands of
What? And I'll be 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 hopin' get the point
Cause they never, stop the veteran, word to God
When I'm the HEAD of a mental vegetarian
The Method, at the weekend, a whole lot of credit
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 it'll tell ya
Meth-Tical got for ya nasty ass