Luyện nghe bài hát The What

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

Biggie Smalls is the illest, style is played out
Like Arnold wondered, "What you talkin Willis?"
The thrill is gone, the black Frank
Is to excite and throw dick to dykes

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

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

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

Hey, I'll be you son, you doin' 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 horse Trigger, it's real
Ninety four, raw, kickin' down your god damn door
And it goes a little like this

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

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

No question, I be comin' down and
Yo, I gets rugged as a motherfuckin' get
And love it, not in the physical form 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 grab my Dickens, bitch

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

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

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

I got more glocks and techs you
I it hot, nigga's won't even stand next to you
Nigga touch me, you bust me three times in the head
Or motherfucker's dead, you 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 nigga's pack the clips, on

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