Luyện nghe bài hát F*** What You Think

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

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

(RZA/Bobby Digital)
This week inperium flat lay your ass as a matress
Smack your head off the axis, the rhyme
on the tech-nine shot got your pillow wet
All your say was the black silhouette
of the dark ninja, Lion of the jungle, Simba
Cut the roof to your family tree,
We and Dr. Strange in the black smokin chimneys
Phat tape stuck inside my Benzi
The blue coats is comin, the red coats is
The fed coats is comin, the wet is comin
I heard to Dirt was up in the Riker's fuckin a
CO, Wu-Tang it on the D-low
Third eye is a trillion million watt
Insite like bright, can't find on your website
Everglow superior to inferior material
Verbal serial murder, you pussy cats material
injections, injections, ran from house
the dictionary, pictionary, the non-fictionary
Ruler Allah, puzzle like jigsaw
Suggled BizMark, yo

(Chorus)

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

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

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

(Chorus x2)

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

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