Luyện nghe bài hát The What

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

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

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

Step the ring, you're the number one contender
Lookin' cold booty, like your pussy in
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'
as if it can't happen
You front and got me mad enough to somethin'
Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't to bust somethin'

So what ya want nigga, ya 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' like

the world, don't ask me for shit
And everything you get ya gotta work for it
Honey's shake 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 bring wack ass crew
I got connections, I'll get ass stuck like glue

No question, I be comin' down and
Yo, I gets rugged as a motherfuckin' get
And nigga's love it, not in the 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 then I grab my Charles 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 rap shit sewed and when my Mac unloads
I'm another video

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

Excuse me, flows just grow me
Like trees to branches, to avalanches
It's the praying mantis, like the mind of Farrakhan
A motherfuckin' rap phenomenon and

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

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

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, yeah