Luyện nghe bài hát Biscuits

Yo don't wear no drawers!
I saw her when she them off!
Standin' on the line
Eating tryin' 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 the consenquences and suffer?
I even ya momma you ain't shit, motherfucker
it, and let that killer bee kid sting 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 nasty stunts and
Ya take the naked gun without the bullet, what ya
Get ya sunken, fuckin' with a drunken
disaster at any rap functions

Who said the 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 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 in mind
I'll even the knuckle check on the hands of time
What? And I'll be more than to bust that ass
All up and the block, the street, that ave
Whatever, on a Spike Lee joint
Hey I'm Mo' Better, I'm hopin' get the point
Cause they could never, stop the veteran, to God
When I'm severin' the 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, on like the Human Torch
Fantastic Four for all the in the store
You can eat it all and tell ya fast
got STYLE for ya nasty ass