Luyện nghe bài hát F*** What You Think

(Intro: Digital)
Yo, yo, what you think
Fuck what you

(Chorus: Digital)
It's about you know, so fuck what you think
Twenty-one and over to
Nineteen and to fuck
Sixteen and to pat
A year old kid got bucked

(RZA/Bobby Digital)
This week inperium flat lay ass flat as a matress
Smack your head off the axis, the fashous
Silencer on the tech-nine shot got your wet
All your bitch say was the black
of the dark ninja, King of the jungle, Simba
Cut the to your family tree, timber
We and Dr. Strange in the black reign chimneys
Phat tape stuck inside my Benzi
The blue coats is comin, the red coats is
The fed is comin, the wet heads is comin
I heard to was up in the Riker's fuckin a female
CO, Wu-Tang keep it on the
Third eye is a trillion million watt
Insite like bright, can't find this on website
Everglow to your inferior material
Verbal serial murder, givin you pussy material
injections, lethal injections, ran from
the dictionary, pictionary, the non-fictionary
Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah, puzzle like
Suggled BizMark, yo

(Chorus)

(Islord)
Aiyyo, rock head niggaz who grab for the first time
Get fronted on majory the God slides in
on the scene, love-love in the to be
lyrics, the top choice
in this rap market from Now Y all the way to
cuz my click be jinglin under Productions
This that sell a million, then bounced on outta state
Rap fiends was in cells like hot cakes
Faster than the rate of the Earth
Which one-hundred-thirty-seven and one miles per a hour
And to the God Power for never fallin for nothin less
than a hundred grands and rap with rubberbands in
golden suitcases, across the table
to walk the in the nine-eight, the nine-eight

(9th Prince/Madman)
Yo, I build with the great of Africa
RZA, Star Voyager, Killah Hill side strangler
you in inside thirty-six gas chambers
North American, Arabian, high?
9th Prince convinces his to kill themselves
Like Dr. Kavorkian, like razor satellites
for battle to rade the castle
Got tackled by the rebels, the plate in my is heavy metal
Lyrical reaction, deadly instruments, run for Symantecs
The civil war assassins
Geological, biochemical, camouflaged aropostles
Sounds posible, cuz visual
English grammer, mental
I shock the world like the death of Princess
Reverse psychology on technology, no apologies
The penalty is to cut off your arms and
Poetry teachers are speechers seepin the speakers
My fans become die hard listeners, plus ear bleeders

(RZA/Bobby Digital)
Fuck what you
what you think
Fuck what you

(Chorus x2)

(Outro: Digital)
Word up, Fuck what you
up, yo

*beepin to fade*