Luyện nghe bài hát Biscuits

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

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

Who said the Wu-Tang Was it you or your man?
You wanna the finger, I'll bring ya
36 chambers, be out, in danger
Let me pull ya brain outcha ass with a
Didn't momma not tell ya not to talk to a
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 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' niggas get the
Cause they never, stop the veteran, word 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, flame on like the Human
Fantastic Four for all the fans in the
You can eat it all and tell ya fast
Meth-Tical got STYLE for ya ass