Luyện nghe bài hát What You Got

Y'all niggaz make 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 entertainer with less groupies than Biz Markie
I'm never dull, the pretty thug, style centerfold,
I'll have every latin in the country at ya skull
I'll aim it at the Pope if he claimin he sellin the dope
My Jersey blocks is locked tighter than prisoners soap
And listeners where we out ya CD and vinyl, the final result
Yell, fuck and smoke, till our vocals combine with 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 they ovaries, 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 than you got "What You Got?"
We got better than you got "What You Got?"
We got better cribs you got "What You Got?"
We got better than you got "What You Got?"
We run with more than you got "What You Got?"
We got better than you got "What You Got?"

(Verse 2)
Coming to kill me, I cant that
Fear is a stimulus I haven't been programmed to yet
you outta your Roots like I'm from Illadelph
What I do to push your hairline back, Rogaine help
My Quest for the Wealth, like Stone Cold 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 drag like they do men in Texas
Next rapper to mention this, I'ma them the real threat
Cause I'ma ride till my daughters "Daddy are we there yet?"
Ain't no in the streets, only drugs before miracles
See more keys than a lot of Hammer's repossessed
Told you I was coming, you ain't believe I'm
If we all super heroes, these bitch must be Wonder Women
Fist to fist, skin to skin, I you fall flat
Brat niggaz, the tat on my shoulder cover they whole back
Cant hold back, splatter they rap to match my ((?))
Shittin on MC's, wipin my ass on notebooks
How the broke crooks in leave me stressed
I'll turn on 2 if I wanna CBS, bitch

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(Verse 3)
Least but not last, 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 dormant
mastered the forces, I rap to the chorus,
My cast is enormous, I'm fast and I'm
inch arms stronger than forklifts
Smoke hash in front of reporters I choke and they nauseous
And smash through the of your Porsche's
Show you how Newark is as as divorces
Lay you out in the grass on the forest
My craft is flawless, have ya flesh wrapped in a sausage
Blood Splashed across it for rhymin like a fag in a
all witnesses, nosey, standing on porches,
Like torches, super human, skin never scorches
Drape your reunion in black funeral mourners
Have cats that sell ya drugs for you, avoid usual
I never lost mad lust to be rap's Colossus
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.. hot like sauna's, and thousands from Time Warner
I got.. Killas on every corner, by jewish lawyers
What what..

(Chorus w/ variation)