Luyện nghe bài hát Whatchu Want

Throw hands in the sky, nigga

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

And a chrome four pressed on ya back
So you want, nigga? How you wanna act?
I hope civilized I love to see niggaz die
Brains all out on the street

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Niggaz in the grave Biggie was a sucker
I tricked 'em, I 'em work then I sticked 'em
I stripped 'em, 'cause niggaz don't the friction
Told you before how I bring the
Slam Larry Johnson and his Grand

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

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

Lucky of the Commission, bow down
By now you fuckers know this is our
Two bullies, Brooklyn Biggie
Bedstuy Hov Bedstuy Gold

Behold the
Bentley drivers, Louis Vuitton
Jet abusers, sippin' Patruise
Once Upon A Time In muse

You on us, you fiction
Ya eight's don't bust, you a constant
Ladies use contraception
Conception's at a all time with sexin', use protection

You shoulda never been born
never got signed, how the fuck you got on?
How the fuck you got
I'm too advanced, the Lance of the dance

man before T.I. was
King of New like B.I. was
B.K. all day, it's in my
You wanna see my mask and
What the fuck you

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

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

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

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

Two of the world's greatest, Finest
The lives on, BIG Forever
The Duets, let's go