Luyện nghe bài hát The What

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

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

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

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

Step the ring, you're 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, be kickin' 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 Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust somethin'

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

Fuck the world, ask me for shit
And you get ya gotta work hard for it
Honey's shake your hips, ya don't
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 wack ass
I got connections, I'll get that ass stuck glue

No question, I be comin' and shit
Yo, I gets rugged as a carpet get
And nigga's love it, not in the physical but in the mental
I and they 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, honey's it deep in their placenta
as the pole in the winter, far from the inventor
But I got this rap shit sewed and when my Mac
I'm guaranteed video

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

me, flows just grow through me
Like trees to branches, to avalanches
It's the praying mantis, deep like the of Farrakhan
A rap phenomenon and plus

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

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

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