Luyện nghe bài hát The What

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

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

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

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

Step the ring, you'se the number one contender
Looking cold booty 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
Acting as if it can't
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
real, ninety-four, rugged raw
Kicking down goddamn door
(And it goes a lil' like this)

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

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

No question, I be down and shit
Yo, I gets as a motherfucking carpet 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, it, utmost respect it
(Assume the position)
Stop, and listen
I spit on grave, then I grab my Charles Dickens

Welcome to my
Honies feel it in they placenta
as the pole in the winter
Far the inventor but I got this rap shit sewed

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

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

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

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

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

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