Luyện nghe bài hát The What

I used to get on a bitch
Now I shields on the dick
To stop me that HIV shit
And know they soft like a Twinkie filling
Playing the villain, prepare for rap killing

Smalls is the illest
Your style is out, like Arnold wondered
"What you talking Willis?"
The thrill is gone, the Frank White
Is here to and throw dick to dykes

Bitches, I 'em brainless
Guns, I like 'em steel
I want the fuckin' Fortune like the
I gats 'til my clips is empty
tempt me
(T H O D Man)
You don't to fuck with Biggie

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

inside the ring, you'se the number one contender
Looking cold booty like your pussy in
Nigga stop bitching, up ya lip and
From Method, all you is a can of ass whipping

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

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

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

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

No question, I be coming down and
Yo, I gets as a motherfucking 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
(Assume the position)
Stop, and listen
I spit on your grave, then I grab my Dickens

to my center
Honies feel it in they placenta
Cold as the pole in the
Far the inventor but I got this rap shit sewed

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck the world, ask me for shit
And you get, ya gotta work hard for it
Honies, shake your hips, ya stop
And niggaz pack the clips, on