Luyện nghe bài hát The What

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

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

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

Here I am, I'll be if this ain't some shit
Come to 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
Lookin' cold booty, 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 kickin' you son, you doin' all the
Actin' as if it happen
You front and got me mad enough to touch
Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't to bust somethin'

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

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

Verse two, comin' with that Old E
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 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 they cells get warm, I'm not a

Man, I'm a Man
Baby accept it, utmost it and
Assume the position, stop look and
I on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens, bitch

Welcome to my center, honey's feel it deep in placenta
Cold as the pole in the winter, far 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

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

I got more glocks and techs you
I it hot, nigga's won't even stand next to you
Nigga touch me, you better bust me three 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 pack the clips, keep on

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