Luyện nghe bài hát The What

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

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

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

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

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

Hey, I'll be you son, you doing all the yapping
as if it can't happen
You and got me mad enough to touch 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
real, ninety-four, rugged raw
Kicking down your goddamn
(And it goes a something like this)

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

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

No question, I be coming and shit
Yo, I gets as a motherfucking carpet get
And niggaz love it, not in the physical form but in the
I spark and they 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, I grab my Charles Dickens

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

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

So of making hoes suck my dick up
I used to do
'Cause hoes is irritating the hiccups
Excuse me, flows just through me

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

(I got more glocks and techs you)
I it hot
(Nigga, won't even next to you)
Nigga, touch me, you better me
times in the head
Or motherfucker's dead, ya so

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

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