Luyện nghe bài hát Biscuits

Yo mama don't no drawers!
I saw her she took them off!
Standin' on the line
Eating swine to look fine, with her stank behind
You can ask the bitch and she'll ya fast
Meth-Tical got style with his ass

Are you ready, to face the 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 up a brick, when 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 thought ya fuckin' clan had ya but they was frontin'
Smokin' dirt blunts and fuckin' stunts and
Ya the naked gun without the bullet, what ya bustin'
Get ya ship sunken, fuckin' a drunken
Master at any rap functions

Who said the Clan? Was it you or your man?
You wanna the finger, I'll bring ya
36 chambers, be out, youze in
Let me pull ya brain outcha ass with a
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 knuckle 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 hopin' get the point
they could never, stop the veteran, word to God
When I'm severin' the of a mental vegetarian
The Method, at the weekend, with a whole lot of
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 ya fast
got STYLE for ya nasty ass