Luyện nghe bài hát The What

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

Biggie Smalls is the
style is played out, like Arnold wondered
"What you 'bout Willis?"
The is gone, the black 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 this some shit
Come to spread the butter lyrics hominy grit
It's the low killer trap, yes, I'm a jet black ninja
where you rest at, surrender

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

Hey, be kicking you son, you doing all the yapping
Acting as if it happen
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, Ya punk, nigga
I got a six-shooter and a horse named
real, ninety-four, rugged raw
Kicking down your door
(And it goes a something like this)

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

Verse two, coming with that 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 glue

No question, I be coming 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 they get warm, I'm not a gentle, man

I'm a Man
Baby, accept it, utmost it
(Assume the position)
Stop, and listen
I on your grave, then I grab 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 rap shit sewed

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

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

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

(I got more 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

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