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

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

Bitches, I 'em brainless
Guns, I 'em stainless steel
I want the Fortune like the Wheel
I squeeze 'til my clips 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 death trap, yes, I'm a jet black
Coming where you at, surrender

Step inside the ring, the number one contender
Looking cold booty like pussy in December
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 and ain't afraid to bust something

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

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

two, coming with that Olde E brew
Meth Tical, niggaz back in I.C.U.
I'm lifted, troop, you can yours wack 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 love 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 your grave, then I my Charles Dickens

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

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

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

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

(I got glocks and techs than you)
I it hot
(Nigga, won't even next to you)
Nigga, touch me, you better me
Three in the head
Or motherfucker's dead, ya 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 everything you get, ya work hard for it
Honies, your hips, ya don't stop
And pack the clips, keep on