Luyện nghe bài hát The What

I used to get on a bitch
Now I throw shields on the dick to me from that HIV shit
And know they soft like a Twinkie filling
the villain, prepare for this rap killin'

Biggie Smalls is the illest, your style is out
Like Arnold wondered, "What you 'bout Willis?"
The thrill is gone, the black Frank
Is here to excite and throw to dykes

Bitches, I 'em brainless, guns, I like 'em stainless steel
I want the fuckin' like the wheel
I squeeze gats till my is empty
Don't tempt me, you don't want to fuck Biggie

Here I am, I'll be if this ain't some shit
Come to spread the lyrics over hominy grit
It's the low killer trap, yes I'm a jet, black ninja
Comin' you rest at, surrender

Step inside the ring, you're the one contender
Lookin' cold booty, like your in December
Nigga bitchin', button up ya lip and
From Method, all you is a can of ass whippin'

Hey, I'll be kickin' you son, you all the yappin'
as if it can't happen
You and got me mad enough to touch somethin'
Yo, I'm from Shaolin and ain't afraid to bust somethin'

So ya want nigga, ya want nigga
I got a six and a horse named Trigger, it's real
four, rugged raw, kickin' down your god damn door
And it goes a little like this

Fuck the world, ask me for shit
And everything you get ya work hard for it
Honey's your hips, ya don't stop
And nigga's the clips, keep on, bitch

Verse two, comin' that Old E brew
Meth-tical, nigga's back in I.C.U
I'm lifted troop, you can bring wack ass crew
I got connections, I'll get ass stuck like glue

No question, I be comin' and shit
Yo, I gets rugged as a carpet get
And nigga's love it, not in the physical but in the mental
I spark and they cells get warm, I'm not a

Man, I'm a Man
Baby accept it, utmost it and
Assume the position, stop look and
I spit on your grave then I my Charles Dickens, bitch

Welcome to my center, honey's feel it deep in their
Cold as the in the winter, far from the inventor
But I got this rap shit and when my Mac unloads
I'm guaranteed another

to die, why I act that way?
Pop Duke Mom Duke, the fagot took the back way
So of makin' ho's suck my dick up
I to do stick up 'cause ho's is irritatin' like the hiccups

Excuse me, flows just grow me
trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches
It's the praying mantis, like the mind of Farrakhan
A motherfuckin' rap and plus

I got more glocks and than you
I make it hot, nigga's won't even next to you
Nigga touch me, you better bust me three times in the
Or dead, you thought so

Fuck the world, don't ask me for
And everything you get ya gotta work for it
shake your hips, ya don't stop
And nigga's the clips, keep on

Fuck the world, ask me for shit
And everything you get ya work hard for it
Honey's shake your hips, ya stop
And nigga's the clips, keep on, yeah