Luyện nghe bài hát The What

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

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

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

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

Step inside the ring, you'se the number one
Looking cold booty like your 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
Acting as if it happen
You front and got me mad to touch something
Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust

So cha want, nigga? Ya punk, nigga
I got a six-shooter and a named Trigger
It's real, ninety-four, raw
down your goddamn door
(And it goes a lil' like this)

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

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

No question, I be coming down and
Yo, I gets rugged as a carpet get
And niggaz it, not in the physical form but in the mental
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 your grave, then I grab my Dickens

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

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

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

Like trees to branches, cliffs to
It's the Mantis
Deep like the mind of
A motherfucking rap

(I got more glocks and than you)
I it hot
(Nigga, even stand next to you)
Nigga, touch me, you better me
times in the head
Or dead, ya thought so

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