Luyện nghe bài hát The What

I used to get feels on a
Now I throw shields on the
To stop me that HIV shit
And know they soft like a Twinkie filling
Playing the villain, prepare for this rap

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

Bitches, I like 'em
Guns, I 'em stainless steel
I the fuckin' Fortune like the Wheel
I squeeze gats 'til my 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 some
Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy
It's the low killer trap, yes, I'm a jet black ninja
Coming where you at, surrender

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

Hey, be kicking you son, you doing all the yapping
Acting as if it happen
You front and got me mad to touch something
Yo, I'm Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust something

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

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

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

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

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

And my Mac unloads
I'm another video
to die, why I act that way?
Pop duke Mom duke
The took the back way

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

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

(I got more glocks and techs you)
I it hot
(Nigga, won't even stand to you)
Nigga, touch me, you better me
Three in the head
Or dead, ya thought so

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