Luyện nghe bài hát The What

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

Biggie is the illest
Your is played out, like Arnold 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 '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 to fuck with Biggie

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

Step inside the ring, the number one contender
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 kicking you son, you all the yapping
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 bust

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

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 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 ass crew
I got connections, I'll get that ass like glue

No question, I be down and shit
Yo, I gets rugged as a motherfucking get
And niggaz 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, look and
I spit on your grave, then I grab my Charles

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

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

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

Like trees to branches, to avalanches
the Praying Mantis
Deep like the of Farrakhan
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
times in the head
Or dead, ya thought so

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 pack the clips, keep on

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 niggaz pack the clips, on