Luyện nghe bài hát The What

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

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

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

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

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

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 afraid to bust

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

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

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

No question, I be down and shit
Yo, I gets rugged as a motherfucking 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 on your grave, then I grab my Charles Dickens

Welcome to my
feel it deep in they placenta
Cold as the pole in the
Far from the inventor but I got this rap sewed

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

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

Like trees to branches, to avalanches
It's the Praying
like the mind of Farrakhan
A rap phenomenon

(I got more and techs than you)
I it hot
(Nigga, even stand next to you)
Nigga, touch me, you better me
times in the head
Or dead, ya thought so

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

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