Luyện nghe bài hát What You Got

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

(Verse 1)
I'll ya grill, don't start me
You'll be the only entertainer less groupies than Biz Markie
I'm never dull, Chino the pretty thug, centerfold,
I'll every latin 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 where we vote out ya CD and vinyl, the final result
Yell, fuck tricks and smoke, till our vocals with a Colt
They playin in every club, whip, party and bar you in
Give you more blood clots than two arguin
Sweat till ya fake silver chains is tarnishin
Women shakin they ovaries, what we accomplishin, what..

(Chorus)
We got lyrics than you got "What You Got?"
We got bitches than 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 cribs 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 cant that
is a stimulus 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 Quest for the Wealth, like Stone 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 like they do black men in Texas
Next rapper to mention this, show them the real threat
Cause I'ma ride my daughters like "Daddy are we there yet?"
Ain't no priest in the streets, only drugs before
See more than a lot of Hammer's repossessed vehicles
Told you I was coming, you ain't I'm assumin
If we all super heroes, 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 whole
Cant hold back, splatter whole rap to match my ((?))
Shittin on MC's, wipin my ass on notebooks
How the broke crooks in videos leave me
I'll turn on 2 if I wanna CBS, bitch

(Chorus w/ variation)

(Verse 3)
Least but not last, I'll an informant
he has the cash to put end to his torment
Now shine up the brass for his
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 and I'm cautious
Twenty inch arms stronger than
Smoke hash in front of reporters till I choke and nauseous
And smash through the of your Porsche's
Show you how Newark is as hard as
Lay you out dead in the on the forest
My craft is flawless, have ya flesh 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, skin never scorches
Drape your family reunion in funeral mourners
cats that sell ya drugs for you, avoid usual corners
I never lost this mad lust to be Colossus
Breakin companies, Jersey got women strapped they office
I got.. DJ and women 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)