Luyện nghe bài hát F*** What You Think

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

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

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

(Chorus)

(Islord)
Aiyyo, rock head who grab mics for the first time
Get fronted on once the God slides in
on the scene, love-love in the to be
All-American lyrics, the top
in this rap market from Now Y all the way to
cuz my click be jinglin under Productions
This crook that sell a million, then bounced on outta
Rap fiends was trapped in cells like hot
than the rate of the Earth travel
Which and one third miles per a hour
And peace to the God Power for fallin for nothin less
than a hundred grands and rap rubberbands placed in
golden suitcases, slitted the table
to the dogs in the nine-eight, the nine-eight

(9th Prince/Madman)
Yo, I with the great minds of Africa
RZA, Trek Voyager, Killah Hill side strangler
Captured you in thirty-six gas chambers
North American, Arabian, indian
9th convinces his enemies to kill themselves
Like Dr. Kavorkian, like razor satellites
for battle to rade the castle
Got tackled by the rebels, the in my head is heavy metal
Lyrical chain reaction, instruments, run for Symantecs
The international civil war
Geological, biochemical, camouflaged nuclear
Sounds posible, cuz regardless
grammer, mental examiner
I shock the world like the of Princess Diana
psychology on technology, accept no apologies
The penalty is to cut off your arms and
teachers are speechers seepin through the speakers
My fans will 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

*beepin to fade*