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 thing greater than

(Verse 1)
slash ya grill, don't 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 country aimin at ya
I'll aim it at the Pope if he claimin he sellin the most
My Jersey blocks is tighter than prisoners hold soap
And listeners where we out ya CD and vinyl, the final result
Yell, tricks and smoke, till our vocals combine with a Colt
They this in every club, whip, party and bar you in
Give you blood 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 lyrics 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 than you got "What You Got?"
We got better than 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 stimulus I haven't been to feel yet
Snatch you outta your Roots like I'm from
I do to push your hairline back, Rogaine wont help
My Quest for the Wealth, like Cold Austin's quest for the belt
I mention myself as a celestial cell, an extension of
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 them the real threat
I'ma ride till my daughters like "Daddy are we there yet?"
Ain't no priest in the streets, only before miracles
See more keys than a lot of Hammer's vehicles
Told you I was coming, you ain't believe I'm
If we all super heroes, these niggaz must be Wonder Women
Fist to fist, skin to skin, I make you flat
little niggaz, the tat on my shoulder cover they whole back
Cant back, splatter they whole rap to match my ((?))
Shittin on MC's, my ass on they notebooks
How the broke crooks in videos leave me
I'll on channel 2 if I wanna 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 of the rawest, my passion ain't dormant
I've the forces, I rap to the chorus,
My is enormous, I'm fast and I'm cautious
Twenty inch stronger than forklifts
hash in front of reporters till I choke and they nauseous
And through the glass of your Porsche's
you how Newark is as hard as divorces
Lay you out dead in the grass on the
My craft is flawless, have ya flesh wrapped in a sausage
Blood Splashed across it for like a fag in a cordless
all witnesses, nosey, standing on porches,
Like torches, super human, Chino's skin never
Drape your reunion in black funeral mourners
Have that sell ya drugs for you, avoid usual corners
I never lost this mad lust to be rap's
companies, Jersey got women strapped inside they office
I got.. DJ Supporters and makin sex offers
I got.. A crib like a fortress, tuition for all my
I got.. Rhymes hot sauna's, and thousands from Time Warner
I got.. Killas on every corner, surrounded by lawyers
What what..

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