Luyện nghe bài hát Whatchu Want

Throw your hands in the sky,

I'm stickin' ice on the tip of ya dick
your testicles a swift kick, ain't that some shit?
Am I hardcore, harder than a Plymouth
It ain't no myth, it's a nigga the spliff

And a four fifth pressed on ya back
So what you want, nigga? How you act?
I hope civilized 'cause I love to see die
Brains all leakin' out on the

And the preachin', he was a good man
the bad man when the burner was in his hand
Now he's singin' sad with Elvis
Three to the head, six cross the pelvis

Ya with the high guy, ya die
Yeah, the motherfucker kickin', look up in the sky
I'm on old neck shit
shit, hardcore sex shit, and Tec shit

Whatchu want,
(Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, want nigga?)
(Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu nigga?)

want, nigga?
(Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu nigga?)
(Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, want nigga?)

Whatchu want,
(Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu nigga?)
(Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, want nigga?)

want, nigga?
(Whatchu want, Whatchu, whatchu want nigga?)
(Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, want nigga?)

A loop
All I need to destroy a soloist or
Huh, I put it to ya boy
you got the scoop

Biggie Smalls, the rap
I the glock by the penis, the cleanest cut
Fuck the with the big humongous butts
Huh, I use a rubber, but

My style is gushy the hooker's pussy
And it don't a lot of back talk to push me
flamin' 'em like that little nigga Damien
Pop 19 to my cranium
tight, gun totin' motherfucker

Niggaz in the grave thought was a sucker
I tricked 'em, I gave 'em work I sticked 'em
I stripped 'em, 'cause niggaz don't want the
you before how I bring the drama
Slam Larry Johnson and his Grand

Whatchu want,
(Whatchu want, Whatchu, whatchu want nigga?)
(Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu nigga?)

want, nigga?
(Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu nigga?)
(Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu nigga?)

Whatchu want,
(Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, want nigga?)
(Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu nigga?)

want, nigga?
(Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu nigga?)
(Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu nigga?)

Lefty of the Commission, bow down
By now you fuckers this is our crown
Two Uptown bullies, Biggie
Bedstuy Hov like Bedstuy

Behold the
drivers, Louis Vuitton buyers
Jet fuel abusers, Patruise
Once Upon A Time In muse

You based on us, you
Ya eight's don't bust, you a contradiction
please use contraception
Conception's at a all time with sexin', use protection

You fuckers shoulda never been
Shoulda never got signed, how the you got on?
How the you got Shawn?
I'm too advanced, the Armstrong of the dance

Rubberband man T.I. was
of New York like B.I. was
B.K. all day, in my blood
You see my mask and gloves?
the fuck you want?

Whatchu want,
(Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu nigga?)
(Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, want nigga?)

Whatchu want,
(Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu nigga?)
(Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, want nigga?)

want, nigga?
(Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu nigga?)
(Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu nigga?)

want, nigga?
(Whatchu want, Whatchu, whatchu want nigga?)
(Whatchu want, nigga? Whatchu, whatchu nigga?)

Two of the world's greatest, Finest
The Commission lives on, BIG
The Biggie Duets, go