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
Playing the villain, prepare for rap killing

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

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

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

Step inside the ring, the number one contender
Looking booty like your pussy in December
Nigga bitching, button 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
as if it can't happen
You front and got me mad to touch something
Yo, I'm Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust something

So what cha want, Ya punk, nigga
I got a and a horse named Trigger
real, ninety-four, rugged raw
Kicking down your goddamn
(And it goes a lil' like this)

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

Verse two, coming 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 that ass stuck like

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

I'm a Man
Baby, it, utmost respect it
(Assume the position)
Stop, and listen
I on your grave, then I grab my Charles Dickens

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

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

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

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

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

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

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