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 soft like a filling
the villain, prepare for this rap killin'

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

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

Here I am, I'll be damned if this some shit
Come to spread the butter lyrics hominy grit
the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet, black ninja
Comin' where you rest at,

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

Hey, I'll be kickin' you son, you doin' all the
Actin' as if it 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 Trigger, it's real
Ninety four, raw, kickin' down your god damn door
And it goes a little somethin' like

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

Verse two, with that Old E brew
Meth-tical, puttin' back 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' and shit
Yo, I rugged as a motherfuckin' carpet get
And nigga's love it, not in the physical form but in the
I spark and cells get warm, I'm not a gentle

Man, I'm a Man
Baby accept it, utmost it and
the position, stop look and listen
I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens,

Welcome to my center, feel it deep 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 Mom Duke, the fagot took the back way
So instead of ho's suck my dick up
I used to do stick up ho's is irritatin' like the hiccups

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

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

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

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