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

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

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

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

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

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

So what cha want, nigga? Ya punk,
I got a six-shooter and a named Trigger
It's real, ninety-four, raw
Kicking down your goddamn
(And it goes a lil' something 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 pack the clips, keep on

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

No question, I be coming and shit
Yo, I gets rugged as a motherfucking get
And niggaz love it, not in the physical form but in the
I spark and they get warm, I'm not a gentle, man

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

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

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

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

Like to branches, cliffs to avalanches
It's the Mantis
Deep 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, me, you better bust me
Three times in the
Or motherfucker's dead, ya so

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