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

Biggie is the illest
Your style is played out, like wondered
"What you 'bout Willis?"
The thrill is gone, the black Frank
Is here to excite and throw to dykes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

No question, I be coming down and
Yo, I rugged as a motherfucking carpet get
And niggaz love it, not in the form but in the mental
I spark and cells get warm, I'm not a gentle, man

I'm a Man
Baby, accept it, utmost it
(Assume the position)
Stop, look and
I spit on your grave, then I grab my Dickens

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

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

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

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

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

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