Luyện nghe bài hát The What

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

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

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

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

Step inside the ring, the number one contender
Looking cold like your pussy in December
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 all the yapping
Acting as if it happen
You and got me mad enough to touch something
Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to something

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

Fuck the world, ask me for shit
And everything you get, ya gotta work for it
Honies, your hips, ya don't stop
And niggaz 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, get that ass stuck like glue

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

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

Welcome to my
feel it deep in they placenta
Cold as the in the winter
Far the inventor but I got this rap shit sewed

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

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

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

(I got more and techs than you)
I it hot
(Nigga, won't stand next to you)
Nigga, me, you better bust me
Three times in the
Or motherfucker's dead, ya so

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

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