Luyện nghe bài hát Biscuits

Yo mama wear no drawers!
I saw her she took them off!
Standin' on the welfare
swine tryin' to look 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 momma you ain't shit,
Bring it, and let 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 thought ya fuckin' clan had ya back but was frontin'
dirt blunts and fuckin' nasty stunts and
Ya take the naked gun without the bullet, what ya
Get ya ship sunken, with a drunken
Master disaster at any rap

Who said the Wu-Tang Clan? Was it you or your
You wanna point the finger, I'll ya
36 chambers, be out, in danger
Let me pull ya brain ass with a hanger
Didn't not tell 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 the knuckle 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, smokin' on a Lee joint
Hey I'm Mo' Better, I'm niggas get the point
Cause they could never, the veteran, word to God
When I'm severin' the HEAD of a mental
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 tell ya fast
Meth-Tical got STYLE for ya ass