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 they like a Twinkie filling
Playing the villain, prepare for rap killing

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

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

Here I am, I'll be damned if 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 booty like your pussy in December
Nigga stop bitching, up ya lip and
From Method, all you is a can of ass whipping

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

So cha want, nigga? Ya punk, nigga
I got a and a horse named Trigger
It's real, ninety-four, raw
Kicking down your 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, your hips, ya don't stop
And niggaz pack the clips, on

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

No question, I be coming down and
Yo, I rugged as a motherfucking carpet get
And niggaz love it, not in the physical but in the mental
I spark and they 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 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 another video
Ready to die, why I act that
Pop duke Mom duke
The fagot the back way

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

Like trees to branches, to avalanches
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, touch me, you bust me
times in the head
Or motherfucker's dead, ya so

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

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