Luyện nghe bài hát The What

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

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

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

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

Step inside the ring, you're the number one
Lookin' cold booty, like pussy 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 front and got me mad enough to somethin'
Yo, I'm Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust somethin'

So what ya nigga, ya want nigga
I got a six shooter and a named Trigger, it's real
Ninety four, rugged raw, down your 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, keep on,

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

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

Man, I'm a Man
accept it, utmost respect it and
Assume the position, look and listen
I spit on your grave then I grab my Dickens, bitch

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

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

Excuse me, flows just through me
trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches
It's the mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan
A motherfuckin' rap phenomenon and

I got more glocks and techs you
I make it hot, nigga's even stand 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 you get ya gotta work hard for it
Honey's shake your hips, ya stop
And nigga's pack the clips, on

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