Luyện nghe bài hát F*** What You Think

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

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

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

(Chorus)

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

(9th Prince/Madman)
Yo, I build the great minds of Africa
RZA, Star Trek Voyager, Hill side strangler
Captured you in thirty-six gas chambers
North American, Arabian, indian
9th Prince convinces his enemies to themselves
Like Dr. Kavorkian, like razor satellites
Prepared for to rade the castle
Got tackled by the rebels, the plate in my head is metal
chain reaction, deadly instruments, run for Symantecs
The international war assassins
Geological, biochemical, nuclear aropostles
Sounds posible, cuz regardless
English grammer, examiner
I the world like the death of Princess Diana
Reverse psychology on technology, no apologies
The penalty is to cut off arms and feet
Poetry teachers are seepin 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)
up, Fuck what you think
up, yo

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