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 niggaz know they soft a Twinkie filling
Playing the villain, prepare for this rap

Biggie Smalls is the
Your style is out, like Arnold wondered
"What you talking Willis?"
The thrill is gone, the black Frank
Is here to excite and throw to dykes

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

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

inside the ring, you'se the number one contender
Looking booty like your 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 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 horse Trigger
real, ninety-four, rugged raw
Kicking down your door
(And it goes a lil' something this)

the world, don't 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

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

No question, I be coming down and
Yo, I gets rugged as a carpet get
And niggaz love it, not in the physical form but in the
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 Dickens

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

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

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

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

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

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

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