Luyện nghe bài hát What You Got

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

(Verse 1)
I'll slash ya grill, start me
You'll be the entertainer with less groupies than Biz Markie
I'm dull, Chino the pretty thug, style centerfold,
I'll have every latin in the country at ya skull
I'll aim it at the Pope if he he sellin the most dope
My Jersey blocks is locked tighter prisoners hold soap
And where we vote out ya CD and vinyl, the final result
Yell, fuck and smoke, till our vocals combine with a Colt
They playin this in club, whip, party and bar you in
Give you more blood clots than two arguin
till ya fake silver platinum chains is tarnishin
Women shakin they ovaries, what we accomplishin, what..

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

(Verse 2)
Coming to kill me, I hear that
Fear is a I haven't been programmed to feel yet
Snatch you outta your Roots like I'm from
What I do to your hairline back, Rogaine wont help
My for the Wealth, like Stone Cold Austin's quest for the belt
I mention as a celestial cell, an extension of hell
At a lynching I smile, cut down, murder your guest list
My style never a like they do black men in Texas
Next rapper to this, I'ma show them the real threat
Cause ride till my daughters like "Daddy are we there yet?"
Ain't no priest in the streets, drugs before miracles
See more than a lot of Hammer's repossessed vehicles
Told you I was coming, you ain't believe I'm
If we all super heroes, bitch niggaz must be Wonder Women
Fist to fist, skin to skin, I make you flat
Brat little niggaz, the tat on my shoulder cover whole back
Cant back, splatter they whole rap to match my ((?))
Shittin on MC's, wipin my ass on notebooks
How the broke crooks in leave me stressed
I'll 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 to put end to his torment
Now shine up the for his coffin
I'm last of the rawest, my passion dormant
mastered the forces, I rap to the chorus,
My cast is enormous, I'm fast and I'm
Twenty inch arms than forklifts
Smoke in front of reporters till I choke and they nauseous
And smash through the of your Porsche's
Show you how Newark is as as divorces
Lay you out dead in the grass on the
My craft is flawless, have ya flesh wrapped in a blackened
Blood across it for rhymin like a fag in a cordless
all witnesses, nosey, standing on porches,
Like torches, super human, skin never scorches
Drape family reunion in black funeral mourners
Have cats that ya drugs for you, avoid usual corners
I never lost this mad lust to be rap's
Breakin companies, Jersey got women strapped inside they
I got.. DJ Supporters and women sex offers
I got.. A crib a fortress, tuition for all my daughters
I got.. Rhymes hot like sauna's, and from Time Warner
I got.. Killas on every corner, surrounded by jewish
What what..

(Chorus w/ variation)