Luyện nghe bài hát What You Got

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

(Verse 1)
I'll slash ya grill, start me
You'll be the only entertainer with less groupies Biz Markie
I'm never dull, the pretty thug, style centerfold,
I'll have every in the country aimin at ya skull
I'll aim it at the if he claimin he sellin the most dope
My Jersey blocks is tighter than prisoners hold soap
And listeners where we vote out ya CD and vinyl, the final
Yell, tricks and smoke, till our vocals combine with a Colt
They this in every club, whip, party and bar you in
Give you more clots than two jamaicans arguin
Sweat till ya fake silver chains is tarnishin
shakin they ovaries, look what we accomplishin, what..

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

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

(Chorus w/ variation)

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

(Chorus w/ variation)