Luyện nghe bài hát F*** What You Think

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

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

(RZA/Bobby Digital)
This inperium flat lay your ass flat as a matress
Smack head off the axis, the rhyme fashous
Silencer on the shot got your pillow wet
All bitch say was the black silhouette
of the ninja, Lion King of the jungle, Simba
Cut the roof to family tree, timber
We and Dr. Strange in the black reign chimneys
Phat Cappadonna tape stuck my Benzi
The blue is comin, the red coats is comin
The fed is comin, the wet heads is comin
I to Dirt was up in the Riker's fuckin a female
CO, Wu-Tang it on the D-low
Third eye is a trillion million watt
like bright, can't find this on your website
Everglow superior to your inferior
Verbal serial murder, givin you pussy material
injections, lethal injections, ran house
the dictionary, pictionary, the non-fictionary
Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah, puzzle jigsaw
author 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
All-American lyrics, the top
in this rap market Now Y all the way to England
cuz my click be jinglin Wu-Tang Productions
This crook that a million, then bounced on outta state
Rap fiends was trapped in cells hot cakes
Faster than the of the Earth travel
Which one-hundred-thirty-seven and one third per a hour
And peace to the God Power for never fallin for nothin
than a hundred grands and rap with rubberbands in
golden suitcases, slitted across the
to walk the dogs in the nine-eight, the

(9th Prince/Madman)
Yo, I build the great minds of Africa
RZA, Star Trek Voyager, Killah Hill strangler
you in inside thirty-six gas chambers
North American, Arabian, high?
9th Prince convinces his enemies to kill
Like Dr. Kavorkian, travel razor satellites
Prepared for battle to 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 visual
English grammer, examiner
I shock the like the death of Princess Diana
Reverse psychology on technology, no apologies
The penalty is to cut off arms and feet
Poetry teachers are speechers seepin the speakers
My fans become die hard listeners, plus ear bleeders

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

(Chorus x2)

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

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