Luyện nghe bài hát The What

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

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

Bitches, I like 'em
Guns, I like 'em steel
I want the fuckin' like 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, I'll be damned if this some shit
Come to spread the butter lyrics over hominy
It's the low killer death trap, yes, I'm a jet black
Coming where you rest at,

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

Hey, I'll be kicking you son, you doing all the
Acting as if it happen
You and got me mad enough to touch something
Yo, I'm from Island and ain't afraid to bust something

So cha want, nigga? Ya punk, nigga
I got a six-shooter and a horse named
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 hips, ya don't stop
And niggaz the clips, keep on

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

No question, I be down and shit
Yo, I rugged as a motherfucking carpet get
And niggaz it, not in the physical form but in the mental
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 grab my Dickens

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

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

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

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

(I got glocks and techs than you)
I it hot
(Nigga, won't even stand to you)
Nigga, touch me, you better me
Three times in the
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 don't
And pack the clips, keep on

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