Luyện nghe bài hát Biscuits

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

Are you ready, to face the 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 heads up a brick, when I 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 back but was frontin'
Smokin' dirt blunts and fuckin' stunts and
Ya take the naked gun without the bullet, ya bustin'
Get ya ship sunken, fuckin' a drunken
Master disaster at any rap

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 ya brain outcha 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
recline, keep the Meth in mind
I'll even test the check on the hands of time
And I'll be more than 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 hopin' get the point
Cause they could never, stop the veteran, to God
When I'm the HEAD of a mental vegetarian
The Method, at the weekend, a whole lot of credit
The cuties I desire, I be the to set it
Off, on like the Human Torch
Four for all the fans in the store
You can eat it all and it'll ya fast
Meth-Tical got for ya nasty ass