Luyện nghe bài hát The What

I used to get feels on a
Now I throw on the dick
To stop me from that HIV
And niggaz they soft like a Twinkie filling
Playing the villain, for this rap killing

Biggie is the illest
Your style is out, like Arnold wondered
"What you talking Willis?"
The thrill is gone, the black Frank
Is to excite and throw dick to dykes

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

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

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

Hey, I'll be kicking you son, you doing all the
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 what cha want, Ya punk, nigga
I got a six-shooter and a horse Trigger
It's real, ninety-four, raw
down your goddamn door
(And it goes a something like this)

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

Verse two, coming with 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 that ass stuck like

No question, I be coming down and
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, respect it
(Assume the position)
Stop, look and
I spit on grave, then I grab my Charles Dickens

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

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

So instead of making hoes my dick up
I used to do
'Cause hoes is irritating like the
Excuse me, flows just grow me

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

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

Fuck the world, ask me for shit
And you get, ya gotta work hard for it
Honies, shake your hips, ya stop
And pack 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 the clips, keep on