Luyện nghe bài hát The What

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

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

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

Here I am, be damned if this 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,

inside the ring, you're the number one contender
Lookin' cold booty, like pussy in December
stop 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'
Actin' as if it can't
You front and got me mad enough to somethin'
Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and afraid to bust somethin'

So what ya want nigga, ya want
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 somethin' like

Fuck the world, ask me for shit
And everything you get ya work hard for it
Honey's shake your hips, ya don't
And pack the clips, keep 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 that ass stuck glue

No question, I be comin' and shit
Yo, I rugged as a motherfuckin' carpet get
And nigga's 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 it, utmost respect it and
the position, stop look and listen
I spit on your grave then I grab my Dickens, bitch

Welcome to my center, honey's feel it in their placenta
Cold as the pole in the winter, far the inventor
But I got this rap shit sewed and when my Mac
I'm another video

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

Excuse me, flows just grow me
trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches
It's the praying mantis, like the mind of Farrakhan
A motherfuckin' rap and plus

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

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

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