Luyện nghe bài hát The What

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

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

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

Here I am, I'll be damned if 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 you rest at, surrender

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

Hey, I'll be kicking you son, you all the yapping
Acting as if it can't
You and got me mad enough to touch 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 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 work hard for it
Honies, shake hips, ya don't stop
And niggaz the clips, keep on

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

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

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

And when my Mac
I'm guaranteed video
Ready to die, why I act way?
Pop duke left Mom
The took the back way

So instead of hoes suck my dick up
I used to do
'Cause hoes is irritating like the
Excuse me, flows just grow me

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

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

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

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