Luyện nghe bài hát The What

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

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

Bitches, I like 'em brainless, guns, I 'em stainless steel
I want the fuckin' like the wheel
I squeeze till my clips 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 over hominy grit
It's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet, black
Comin' where you at, surrender

inside the ring, you're the number one contender
Lookin' cold booty, your pussy in December
Nigga stop bitchin', 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 Island and ain't afraid to bust somethin'

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

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 pack the clips, keep on, bitch

Verse two, with that Old E brew
Meth-tical, puttin' nigga's in I.C.U
I'm lifted troop, you can bring your 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 form but in the mental
I and they 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 then I grab my Charles Dickens, bitch

Welcome to my center, honey's feel it deep in their
Cold as the pole in the winter, far from the
But I got this rap shit and when my Mac unloads
I'm guaranteed video

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

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

I got more and techs than you
I make it hot, nigga's even stand next to you
Nigga touch me, you bust me three times in the head
Or dead, you thought so

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 nigga's the clips, keep on

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