Luyện nghe bài hát The What

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

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

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

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

inside the ring, you'se the number one contender
Looking cold booty like pussy in December
Nigga stop bitching, 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 happen
You and got me mad enough to touch something
Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and afraid 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 your goddamn door
(And it goes a lil' like this)

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

Verse two, with that Olde E brew
Meth Tical, niggaz 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 niggaz it, not in the physical form 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, and listen
I spit on your grave, then I 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 rap shit sewed

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

So of making 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 Praying
Deep the mind of Farrakhan
A rap phenomenon

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

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

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