Luyện nghe bài hát What You Got

Y'all coward niggaz make a like me laugh,
what the fuck? yea, yea.. y'all niggaz
yea, yea.. the only thing greater than yourself

(Verse 1)
I'll ya grill, don't start me
You'll be the only entertainer with groupies than Biz Markie
I'm never dull, Chino the thug, style centerfold,
I'll have latin in the country aimin at ya skull
I'll aim it at the Pope if he claimin he sellin the most
My Jersey blocks is locked than prisoners hold soap
And listeners where we vote out ya CD and vinyl, the final
Yell, fuck tricks and smoke, till our vocals combine with a
playin this in every club, whip, party and bar you in
Give you blood clots than two jamaicans arguin
Sweat till ya silver platinum chains is tarnishin
Women shakin they ovaries, what we accomplishin, what..

(Chorus)
We got better lyrics you got "What You Got?"
We got better bitches you got "What You Got?"
We run with more than you got "What You Got?"
We got whips than you got "What You Got?"
We got cribs than you got "What You Got?"
We got better bitches you got "What You Got?"
We run with killas than you got "What You Got?"
We got lyrics than you got "What You Got?"

(Verse 2)
Coming to me, I cant hear that
Fear is a stimulus I haven't been to feel yet
Snatch you outta your like I'm from Illadelph
I do to push your hairline back, Rogaine wont help
My Quest for the Wealth, like Stone Cold Austin's quest for the
I myself as a celestial cell, an extension of hell
At a lynching I smile, cut down, murder your guest list
My style never a drag like they do men in Texas
Next rapper to this, I'ma show them the real threat
Cause I'ma ride till my daughters "Daddy are we there yet?"
no priest in the streets, only drugs before miracles
See keys than a lot of Hammer's repossessed vehicles
Told you I was coming, you believe I'm assumin
If we all super heroes, these bitch niggaz be Wonder Women
Fist to fist, skin to skin, I you fall flat
Brat little niggaz, the tat on my cover they whole back
Cant hold back, splatter they rap to match my ((?))
Shittin on MC's, wipin my ass on notebooks
How the broke crooks in videos me stressed
turn on channel 2 if I wanna CBS, bitch

(Chorus w/ variation)

(Verse 3)
Least but not last, I'll blast an
Until he has the cash to put end to his
Now up the brass for his coffin
I'm last of the rawest, my passion ain't
I've the forces, I rap to the chorus,
My cast is enormous, I'm fast and I'm
Twenty arms stronger than forklifts
Smoke hash in front of reporters I choke and they nauseous
And smash through the glass of Porsche's
Show you how Newark is as as divorces
Lay you out dead in the on the forest
My craft is flawless, ya flesh wrapped in a blackened sausage
Splashed across it for rhymin like a fag in a cordless
Murder all witnesses, nosey, on porches,
torches, super human, Chino's skin never scorches
Drape your family reunion in funeral mourners
Have that sell ya drugs for you, avoid usual corners
I lost this mad lust to be rap's Colossus
Breakin companies, Jersey got women strapped they office
I got.. DJ and women makin sex offers
I got.. A crib like a fortress, tuition for all my
I got.. hot like sauna's, and thousands from Time Warner
I got.. Killas on every corner, surrounded by lawyers
What what..

(Chorus w/ variation)