Luyện nghe bài hát The What

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

Biggie Smalls is the illest, style is played out
Like Arnold wondered, "What you 'bout Willis?"
The is gone, the black Frank 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
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 trap, yes I'm a jet, black ninja
Comin' where you at, surrender

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

Hey, be kickin' you son, you doin' all the yappin'
Actin' as if it can't
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 shooter and a horse named Trigger, it's
Ninety four, rugged raw, down your god damn door
And it goes a little like this

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

two, comin' with that Old E brew
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 comin' and shit
Yo, I gets rugged as a carpet get
And nigga's love it, not in the physical but in the mental
I spark and they 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 Charles Dickens,

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 shit sewed and when my Mac
I'm guaranteed another

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

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

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

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