Luyện nghe bài hát The What

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

Biggie Smalls is the
Your style is played out, like Arnold
"What you 'bout Willis?"
The thrill is gone, the Frank White
Is to excite and throw dick to dykes

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

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

Step inside the ring, you'se the number one
cold booty like 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 you son, you doing all the yapping
Acting as if it can't
You and got me mad enough to touch something
Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to something

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

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 pack 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 wack ass
I got connections, I'll get ass stuck like glue

No question, I be down and shit
Yo, I gets rugged as a carpet get
And niggaz it, not in the physical form but in the mental
I and they 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 spit on your grave, then I grab my Dickens

to my center
Honies feel it deep in they
Cold as the pole in the
Far from the but I got this rap shit sewed

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

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

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

(I got more and techs than you)
I it hot
(Nigga, won't stand next to you)
Nigga, touch me, you better me
times 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 pack the clips, keep on

Fuck the world, ask me for shit
And everything you get, ya work hard for it
Honies, shake your hips, ya stop
And niggaz the clips, keep on