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 filling
Playin' the villain, prepare for rap killin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Verse two, with 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 that ass like glue

No question, I be comin' and shit
Yo, I gets rugged as a motherfuckin' 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
accept it, utmost respect it and
Assume the position, look and listen
I spit on your grave I grab my Charles Dickens, bitch

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

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

Excuse me, just grow 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 than you
I make it hot, nigga's won't stand next to you
Nigga touch me, you better bust me three in the head
Or dead, you thought so

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

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