Luyện nghe bài hát What You Got

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

(Verse 1)
I'll slash ya grill, start me
You'll be the only with less groupies than Biz Markie
I'm never dull, 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 soap
And listeners where we out ya CD and vinyl, the final result
Yell, fuck tricks and smoke, till our combine with a Colt
playin this in every club, whip, party and bar you in
Give you more clots than two jamaicans arguin
till ya fake silver platinum chains is tarnishin
Women they ovaries, look what we accomplishin, what..

(Chorus)
We got better than 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 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 killas than you got "What You Got?"
We got lyrics than you got "What You Got?"

(Verse 2)
Coming to kill me, I cant hear
Fear is a I haven't been programmed to feel yet
Snatch you outta your Roots like I'm Illadelph
What I do to push your hairline back, Rogaine help
My Quest for the Wealth, Stone Cold Austin's quest for the belt
I mention myself as a celestial cell, an extension of
At a lynching I smile, cut down, murder your guest list
My style a drag like they do black 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, drugs before miracles
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 must be Wonder
Fist to fist, skin to skin, I make you fall
Brat little niggaz, the tat on my cover they whole back
Cant hold back, they whole rap to match my ((?))
Shittin on MC's, my ass on they notebooks
How the broke crooks in videos me stressed
I'll turn on channel 2 if I CBS, bitch

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(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 last of the rawest, my passion ain't
I've the forces, I rap to the chorus,
My cast is enormous, I'm and I'm cautious
Twenty inch arms stronger forklifts
Smoke hash in front of reporters till I choke and they
And smash through the glass of 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 in a blackened sausage
Blood across it for rhymin like a fag in a cordless
Murder all witnesses, nosey, on porches,
Like torches, super human, Chino's never scorches
Drape your family reunion in funeral mourners
Have cats that sell ya drugs for you, usual corners
I never lost mad lust to be rap's Colossus
Breakin companies, Jersey got women strapped inside office
I got.. DJ Supporters and women sex offers
I got.. A crib like a fortress, for all my daughters
I got.. hot like sauna's, and thousands from Time Warner
I got.. Killas on every corner, by jewish lawyers
What what..

(Chorus w/ variation)