Luyện nghe bài hát The What

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

Biggie Smalls is the
Your style is out, like 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 'em stainless steel
I the fuckin' Fortune like the Wheel
I squeeze gats 'til my is empty
tempt me
(T H O D Man)
You don't want to with Biggie

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

Step the ring, you'se the number 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, I'll be you son, you doing all the yapping
as if it can't happen
You and got me mad enough to touch something
Yo, I'm from Shaolin and ain't afraid to bust something

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)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck the world, ask me for shit
And everything you get, ya work hard for it
Honies, shake your hips, ya stop
And niggaz pack the clips, on