Luyện nghe bài hát The What

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

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

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

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

Step inside the ring, the number one contender
Lookin' cold booty, like pussy in December
stop bitchin', button 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
as if it can't happen
You front and got me mad to touch somethin'
Yo, I'm from Island and ain't afraid to bust somethin'

So what ya nigga, ya want nigga
I got a six shooter and a horse named Trigger, real
Ninety four, rugged raw, kickin' 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' with that Old E
Meth-tical, puttin' back 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' and shit
Yo, I rugged as a motherfuckin' carpet get
And nigga's 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
Baby accept it, respect it and
Assume the position, stop and listen
I spit on your grave I grab my Charles 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 sewed and when my Mac unloads
I'm guaranteed video

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

Excuse me, just grow through me
Like to branches, cliffs to avalanches
It's the praying mantis, deep like the mind of
A motherfuckin' rap and plus

I got glocks and techs 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

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 nigga's the clips, keep on

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