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 Twinkie
Playin' the villain, prepare for rap killin'

Smalls is the illest, your style is played out
Like Arnold wondered, "What you talkin Willis?"
The is gone, the black Frank White
Is to excite and throw dick to dykes

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

Here I am, I'll be damned if 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
Comin' where you rest at,

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

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

So what ya want nigga, ya want
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, ask me for shit
And everything you get ya gotta work for it
Honey's shake hips, ya don't stop
And nigga's the clips, keep on, bitch

Verse two, comin' that Old E brew
Meth-tical, puttin' nigga's in I.C.U
I'm lifted troop, you can your wack ass crew
I got connections, get that ass stuck like glue

No question, I be comin' down and
Yo, I gets 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 accept it, utmost it and
Assume the position, stop and listen
I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens,

Welcome to my center, honey's feel it deep in their
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 way?
Pop left Mom Duke, the fagot took the back way
So instead of makin' ho's suck my up
I used to do stick up 'cause ho's is irritatin' like the

Excuse me, flows grow through me
Like to branches, cliffs to avalanches
the praying mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan
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 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 your hips, ya don't stop
And pack the clips, keep on

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