Luyện nghe bài hát Biscuits

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

Are you ready, to face the and suffer?
I tell ya momma you ain't shit, motherfucker
Bring it, and let killer bee kid sting it
And rep-resent, it's like heads up a brick, I swing it
Get lost, I break you off
I'm pumpin', like a Reebok, with a pump, the jump and
You was
Bet ya thought ya clan had ya back but they was frontin'
Smokin' blunts and fuckin' nasty stunts and
Ya take the naked gun without the bullet, ya bustin'
Get ya sunken, fuckin' with a drunken
Master disaster at any rap

Who said the Wu-Tang Clan? Was it you or your
You wanna point the finger, bring ya
36 chambers, be out, in danger
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 in mind
I'll even test the knuckle check on the hands of
What? And I'll be than glad to bust that ass
All up and down the block, the street, ave
Whatever, smokin' on a Spike Lee
Hey I'm Mo' Better, I'm hopin' niggas get the
Cause could never, stop the veteran, word to God
When I'm severin' the 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
Fantastic Four for all the fans in the
You can eat it all and it'll tell ya
got STYLE for ya nasty ass