Luyện nghe bài hát Biscuits

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

Are you ready, to the consenquences and suffer?
I even tell ya momma you shit, motherfucker
Bring it, and let that killer bee kid it
And rep-resent, it's like up a brick, when I swing it
Get lost, I you off something
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'
Smokin' dirt blunts and fuckin' nasty and
Ya take the naked gun without the bullet, what ya
Get ya ship sunken, fuckin' a drunken
disaster at any rap functions

Who said the Wu-Tang Was it you or your man?
You wanna point the finger, bring ya
36 chambers, be out, youze in
Let me pull ya brain outcha ass 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 Meth in
I'll even test the check on the hands of time
What? And I'll be more glad 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' get the point
Cause they could never, the veteran, word to God
When I'm severin' the of a mental vegetarian
The Method, at the weekend, with a lot of credit
The cuties I desire, I be the to set it
Off, on like the Human Torch
Fantastic Four for all the in the store
You can eat it all and it'll tell ya
Meth-Tical got for ya nasty ass