Luyện nghe bài hát The What

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

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

Bitches, I like 'em brainless, guns, I like 'em stainless
I want the fuckin' fortune the wheel
I squeeze gats till my is empty
Don't 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 hominy
the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet, black ninja
Comin' where you at, surrender

Step inside the ring, you're the number one
Lookin' booty, like your pussy in December
stop bitchin', button up ya lip and
From Method, all you is a can of ass whippin'

Hey, I'll be kickin' you son, you doin' all the
as if it can't happen
You front and got me mad enough to touch
Yo, I'm from Shaolin and ain't afraid to bust somethin'

So what ya want nigga, ya want
I got a six shooter and a horse Trigger, it's real
Ninety four, rugged raw, kickin' down your god damn
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 pack the clips, keep on, bitch

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

No question, I be down and shit
Yo, I rugged as a motherfuckin' carpet get
And love 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 accept it, utmost it and
Assume the position, 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 from the
But I got this rap shit sewed and when my Mac
I'm guaranteed another

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

Excuse me, 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 glocks and than you
I make it hot, nigga's even stand next to you
Nigga touch me, you better bust me three times in the
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 your hips, ya don't
And pack the clips, keep on

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