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.. the only thing greater than yourself

(Verse 1)
I'll ya grill, don't start me
You'll be the only entertainer with groupies than Biz Markie
I'm never dull, Chino the pretty thug, centerfold,
I'll have every in the country aimin at ya skull
aim it at the Pope if he claimin he sellin the most dope
My Jersey is locked tighter than prisoners hold soap
And listeners we vote out ya CD and vinyl, the final result
Yell, fuck tricks and smoke, till our vocals combine a Colt
They this in every club, whip, party and bar you in
Give you more blood than two jamaicans arguin
Sweat till ya silver platinum chains is tarnishin
Women shakin ovaries, look 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 more killas you got "What You Got?"
We got whips than you got "What You Got?"
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 lyrics than you got "What You Got?"

(Verse 2)
Coming to me, I cant hear that
is a stimulus I haven't been programmed to feel yet
Snatch you outta your Roots like I'm Illadelph
What I do to push hairline back, Rogaine wont help
My Quest for the Wealth, like Stone Cold Austin's for the belt
I mention myself as a celestial cell, an 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, 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 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 bitch niggaz must be Wonder
to fist, skin to skin, I make you fall flat
Brat little niggaz, the tat on my shoulder they whole back
Cant hold back, splatter they whole rap to my ((?))
Shittin on MC's, wipin my ass on they
How the broke crooks in videos leave me
I'll turn on 2 if I wanna CBS, bitch

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(Verse 3)
Least but not last, blast an informant
he has the cash to put end to his torment
Now shine up the for his coffin
I'm last of the rawest, my 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 choke and they
And smash 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, ya flesh wrapped in a blackened sausage
Blood Splashed across it for rhymin like a fag in a
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 for you, avoid usual corners
I never lost this mad lust to be Colossus
Breakin companies, got women strapped inside they office
I got.. DJ and women makin sex offers
I got.. A crib a fortress, tuition for all my daughters
I got.. Rhymes hot sauna's, and thousands from Time Warner
I got.. Killas on every corner, surrounded by jewish
What what..

(Chorus w/ variation)