Luyện nghe bài hát The What

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

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

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

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

Step the ring, you're the number one contender
Lookin' cold booty, like pussy in December
Nigga bitchin', button 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 and got me mad enough to touch somethin'
Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't to bust somethin'

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

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

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

No question, I be down and shit
Yo, I rugged as a motherfuckin' carpet get
And nigga's love it, not in the form but in the mental
I spark and cells get warm, I'm not a gentle

Man, I'm a Man
Baby it, utmost respect it and
Assume the position, stop and listen
I spit on your grave then I grab my Dickens, bitch

Welcome to my center, honey's 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 guaranteed another

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

Excuse me, flows grow through me
Like trees to branches, cliffs to
It's the praying mantis, deep like the of Farrakhan
A motherfuckin' rap and plus

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

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

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