Luyện nghe bài hát What You Got

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

(Verse 1)
slash ya grill, don't start me
You'll be the only entertainer with less groupies than Biz
I'm dull, Chino the pretty thug, style centerfold,
I'll have every latin in the aimin at ya skull
aim it at the Pope if he claimin he sellin the most dope
My Jersey blocks is locked tighter than hold soap
And where we vote out ya CD and vinyl, the final result
Yell, tricks and smoke, till our vocals combine with a Colt
They playin this in 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 hear
Fear is a stimulus I been programmed 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, Stone Cold Austin's quest for the belt
I mention as a celestial cell, an extension of hell
At a lynching I smile, cut myself down, murder your list
My style never a like they do black men in Texas
Next rapper to mention this, I'ma show them the real
Cause I'ma ride till my daughters like "Daddy are we yet?"
Ain't no priest in the streets, only drugs before
See more keys than a lot of Hammer's repossessed
Told you I was coming, you believe I'm assumin
If we all super heroes, these bitch niggaz be Wonder Women
Fist to fist, skin to skin, I make you flat
Brat little niggaz, the tat on my shoulder cover they whole
Cant hold back, they whole rap to match my ((?))
Shittin on MC's, wipin my ass on they
How the broke crooks in leave me stressed
I'll turn on 2 if I wanna CBS, bitch

(Chorus w/ variation)

(Verse 3)
Least but not last, blast 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 passion dormant
I've the forces, I rap to the chorus,
My cast is enormous, I'm and I'm cautious
inch arms stronger than forklifts
Smoke hash in front of reporters till I choke and they
And smash 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, 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, human, Chino's skin never scorches
Drape family reunion in black funeral mourners
Have cats that ya drugs for you, avoid usual corners
I never lost this mad lust to be rap's
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, surrounded by lawyers
what what..

(Chorus w/ variation)