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 thing greater than yourself

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

(Chorus)
We got better lyrics 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 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 hear
Fear is a stimulus I haven't been to feel yet
Snatch you outta your like I'm from Illadelph
What I do to push your hairline back, wont help
My Quest for the Wealth, like Cold Austin's quest for the belt
I mention myself as a celestial cell, an of hell
At a lynching I smile, cut myself down, murder guest list
My never a drag like they do black men in Texas
Next rapper to this, I'ma show them the real threat
Cause I'ma till my daughters like "Daddy are we there yet?"
Ain't no priest in the streets, drugs before miracles
See more keys than a lot of repossessed vehicles
Told you I was coming, you ain't believe I'm
If we all super heroes, these niggaz must be Wonder Women
to fist, skin to skin, I make you fall flat
Brat niggaz, the tat on my shoulder cover they whole back
Cant hold back, they whole rap to match my ((?))
Shittin on MC's, my ass on they notebooks
How the crooks in videos leave me stressed
I'll turn on 2 if I wanna CBS, bitch

(Chorus w/ variation)

(Verse 3)
but not last, I'll blast an informant
Until he has the to put end to his torment
Now shine up the for his coffin
I'm of the rawest, my passion ain't dormant
mastered the forces, I rap to the chorus,
My is enormous, I'm fast and I'm cautious
Twenty inch arms stronger than
Smoke hash in front of reporters till I and they nauseous
And through the glass of your Porsche's
Show you how is as hard as divorces
Lay you out dead in the on the forest
My craft is flawless, have ya wrapped in a blackened sausage
Splashed across it for rhymin like a fag in a cordless
Murder all witnesses, nosey, on porches,
Like torches, human, Chino's skin never scorches
Drape your family reunion in black funeral
Have that sell ya drugs for you, avoid usual corners
I never lost this mad to be rap's Colossus
companies, Jersey got women strapped inside they office
I got.. DJ Supporters and women makin sex
I got.. A like a fortress, tuition for all my daughters
I got.. Rhymes hot sauna's, and thousands from Time Warner
I got.. Killas on corner, surrounded by jewish lawyers
what what..

(Chorus w/ variation)