Luyện nghe bài hát The What

I to get feels on a bitch
Now I throw shields on the
To me from that HIV shit
And niggaz know they soft a Twinkie filling
Playing the villain, for this rap killing

Biggie is the illest
Your style is played out, like wondered
"What you 'bout Willis?"
The thrill is gone, the black Frank
Is here to excite and dick to dykes

Bitches, I like 'em
Guns, I 'em stainless steel
I the fuckin' Fortune like the Wheel
I squeeze gats my clips is empty
Don't me
(T H O D Man)
You don't to fuck with Biggie

I am, I'll be damned if this ain't some shit
Come to spread the butter lyrics hominy grit
It's the low death trap, yes, I'm a jet black ninja
Coming where you rest at,

Step inside the ring, the number one contender
Looking cold booty like pussy in December
Nigga bitching, button up ya lip and
Method, all you getting is a can of ass whipping

Hey, be kicking you son, you doing all the yapping
Acting as if it can't
You front and got me mad enough to something
Yo, I'm from Shaolin and ain't afraid to bust something

So what cha want, Ya punk, nigga
I got a six-shooter and a horse Trigger
It's real, ninety-four, raw
Kicking down your door
(And it goes a lil' something this)

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

Verse two, coming with that Olde E
Meth Tical, putting niggaz in I.C.U.
I'm lifted, troop, you can bring yours ass crew
I got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like

No question, I be coming and shit
Yo, I rugged as a motherfucking carpet get
And niggaz 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
(Assume the position)
Stop, look and
I spit on grave, then I grab my Charles Dickens

to my center
Honies it deep in they placenta
Cold as the in the winter
Far from the inventor but I got this rap shit

And my Mac unloads
I'm guaranteed video
Ready to die, why I act that
Pop duke Mom duke
The fagot took the way

So instead of making hoes suck my up
I used to do
'Cause hoes is like the hiccups
Excuse me, flows grow through me

trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches
It's the Mantis
Deep like the mind of
A motherfucking rap

(I got more and techs than you)
I it hot
(Nigga, won't stand next to you)
Nigga, touch me, you bust me
Three in the head
Or dead, ya thought so

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

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