Luyện nghe bài hát The What

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

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

Bitches, I 'em brainless
Guns, I 'em stainless steel
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 with Biggie

Here I am, 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 you rest at, surrender

Step inside the ring, you'se the number one
Looking cold booty like your in December
Nigga stop bitching, 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 from Shaolin Island and afraid to bust something

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

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

Verse two, coming with that Olde E
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 coming down and
Yo, I gets as a motherfucking carpet get
And niggaz love it, not in the physical form but in the
I and they cells get warm, I'm not a gentle, man

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

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

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

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

Like trees to branches, to avalanches
the Praying Mantis
Deep like the mind of
A motherfucking rap

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

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