Luyện nghe bài hát What You Got

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

(Verse 1)
slash ya grill, don't start me
You'll be the only with less groupies than Biz Markie
I'm dull, Chino the pretty thug, style centerfold,
I'll have every latin in the aimin at ya skull
I'll aim it at the Pope if he claimin he sellin the most
My Jersey blocks is locked tighter than prisoners hold
And listeners where we out ya CD and vinyl, the final result
Yell, fuck tricks and smoke, till our vocals combine a Colt
They playin this in every club, whip, and bar you in
Give you more blood clots than two arguin
Sweat till ya fake silver platinum chains is
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 killas than you got "What You Got?"
We got better whips you got "What You Got?"
We got better than you got "What You Got?"
We got better than you got "What You Got?"
We run with more than you got "What You Got?"
We got better lyrics you got "What You Got?"

(Verse 2)
Coming to kill me, I cant hear
Fear is a stimulus I haven't been programmed to yet
Snatch you outta your Roots like I'm Illadelph
What I do to push your back, Rogaine wont help
My Quest for the Wealth, Stone Cold Austin's quest for the belt
I mention myself as a 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
rapper to mention 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, only drugs before
See keys than a lot of Hammer's repossessed vehicles
Told you I was coming, you ain't 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 shoulder cover whole back
hold back, splatter they whole rap to match my ((?))
Shittin on MC's, wipin my ass on they
How the broke in videos leave me stressed
I'll turn on channel 2 if I wanna CBS,

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(Verse 3)
Least but not last, I'll blast an
Until he has the to put end to his torment
Now shine up the brass for his
I'm last of the rawest, my passion dormant
mastered the forces, I rap to the chorus,
My is enormous, I'm fast and I'm cautious
Twenty arms stronger than forklifts
Smoke hash in front of reporters till I and they nauseous
And smash through the glass of Porsche's
Show you how Newark is as hard as
Lay you out dead in the grass on the
My is flawless, have ya flesh wrapped in a blackened sausage
Blood Splashed it for rhymin like a fag in a cordless
all witnesses, nosey, standing on porches,
Like torches, super human, Chino's skin scorches
Drape your family reunion in black mourners
cats that sell ya drugs for you, avoid usual corners
I lost this mad lust to be rap's Colossus
companies, Jersey got women strapped inside they office
I got.. DJ Supporters and makin sex offers
I got.. A like a fortress, tuition for all my daughters
I got.. Rhymes hot like sauna's, and thousands from Warner
I got.. Killas on every corner, by jewish lawyers
what what..

(Chorus w/ variation)