Luyện nghe bài hát The What

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

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

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

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

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

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

So what cha want, Ya punk, nigga
I got a six-shooter and a horse Trigger
real, ninety-four, rugged raw
Kicking down goddamn door
(And it goes a lil' something this)

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

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

No question, I be down and shit
Yo, I gets rugged as a motherfucking 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, it, utmost respect it
(Assume the position)
Stop, look and
I spit on your grave, then I grab my Charles

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

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

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

(I got glocks 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 dead, ya thought 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 niggaz 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 pack the clips, keep on