Luyện nghe bài hát The What

I used to get feels on a
Now I throw on the dick
To me from that HIV shit
And niggaz know they soft like a Twinkie
Playing the villain, prepare for rap killing

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

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

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

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

Hey, I'll be 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 Island and ain't to bust something

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

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

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

No question, I be coming and shit
Yo, I gets rugged as a motherfucking get
And niggaz love it, not in the physical but in the mental
I spark and cells get warm, I'm not a gentle, man

I'm a Man
Baby, accept it, respect it
(Assume the position)
Stop, look and
I on your grave, then I grab my Charles Dickens

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

And when my Mac
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 is irritating like the hiccups
Excuse me, just grow through me

Like trees to branches, to avalanches
the Praying Mantis
Deep the mind of Farrakhan
A rap phenomenon

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

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

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 niggaz pack the clips, on