Luyện nghe bài hát The What

I used to get feels on a
Now I throw shields on the
To me from that HIV shit
And niggaz they soft like a Twinkie filling
the villain, prepare 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 dick to dykes

Bitches, I 'em brainless
Guns, I like 'em stainless
I want the Fortune like the Wheel
I gats 'til my clips is empty
tempt me
(T H O D Man)
You want to fuck with Biggie

Here I am, I'll be if this ain't some shit
Come to spread the butter over hominy grit
the low killer death trap, yes, I'm a jet black ninja
Coming you rest 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
From Method, all you getting is a can of ass

Hey, I'll be kicking you son, you doing all the
as if it can't happen
You and got me mad enough to touch something
Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to something

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

the world, don't ask me for shit
And everything you get, ya gotta work for it
Honies, your hips, ya don't stop
And pack 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, I'll get that ass stuck like

No question, I be coming down and
Yo, I gets as a motherfucking carpet get
And love it, not in the physical form 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, and listen
I spit on your grave, then I grab my Charles

Welcome to my
feel it deep in they placenta
Cold as the 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 that
Pop duke left Mom
The took the back way

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

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

(I got glocks and techs than you)
I it hot
(Nigga, even stand next to you)
Nigga, touch me, you bust me
times in the head
Or motherfucker's dead, ya so

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