Luyện nghe bài hát The What

I used to get feels on a
Now I throw shields on the to stop me from that HIV shit
And nigga's know they soft like a Twinkie
Playin' the villain, prepare for this rap

Smalls is the illest, your style is played out
Like wondered, "What you talkin 'bout Willis?"
The thrill is gone, the black White
Is to excite and throw dick to dykes

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck the world, ask me for shit
And everything you get ya work hard for it
shake your hips, ya don't stop
And nigga's pack the clips, 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 your wack ass
I got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like

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

Man, I'm a Man
Baby it, utmost respect it and
Assume the position, stop and listen
I spit on your grave I grab my Charles Dickens, bitch

to my center, honey's feel it deep in their placenta
Cold as the pole in the winter, far from the
But I got rap shit sewed and when my Mac unloads
I'm guaranteed video

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

Excuse me, flows just grow me
Like trees to branches, to avalanches
It's the praying mantis, deep like the mind of
A motherfuckin' rap phenomenon and

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

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

the world, don't ask me for shit
And everything you get ya gotta hard for it
Honey's shake hips, ya don't stop
And pack the clips, keep on, yeah