Luyện nghe bài hát The What

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

Smalls is the illest, your 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 'em brainless, guns, I like 'em stainless steel
I the fuckin' fortune like the wheel
I squeeze till my clips is empty
Don't tempt me, you don't want to fuck with

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

Step the ring, you're the number one contender
Lookin' booty, like your pussy in December
stop bitchin', button up ya lip and
From Method, all you gettin' is a can of ass

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

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

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

Verse two, comin' with that Old E
Meth-tical, puttin' back in I.C.U
I'm lifted troop, you can bring your wack ass
I got connections, I'll get that ass stuck glue

No question, I be down and shit
Yo, I rugged as a motherfuckin' carpet get
And love it, not in the physical form but in the mental
I spark and cells 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 then I grab my Dickens, bitch

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

Ready to die, why I act that
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' like the

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

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

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

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