Luyện nghe bài hát F*** What You Think

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

(Chorus: Digital)
It's about what you know, so fuck you think
Twenty-one and to drink
and over to fuck
Sixteen and to pat
A year 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 bitch say was the black silhouette
of the dark ninja, Lion of the jungle, Simba
Cut the roof to family tree, timber
We and Dr. Strange in the black smokin chimneys
Phat Cappadonna tape inside my Benzi
The blue coats is comin, the red coats is
The fed is comin, the wet heads is comin
I heard to Dirt was up in the Riker's fuckin a
CO, Wu-Tang keep it on the
eye is a trillion million watt gigabyte
Insite like bright, can't this on your website
Everglow superior to your inferior
Verbal serial murder, givin you cats material
injections, lethal injections, ran house
Left the dictionary, pictionary, the
Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig Allah, like jigsaw
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
lyrics, the top choice
in this rap from Now Y all the way to England
cuz my click be jinglin under Wu-Tang
This that sell a million, then bounced on outta state
Rap was trapped in cells like hot cakes
than the rate of the Earth travel
Which and one third miles per a hour
And peace to the God Power for never fallin for less
than a hundred and rap with rubberbands placed in
golden suitcases, across the table
to walk the 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 inside thirty-six gas
American, Arabian, high? indian
9th Prince convinces his to kill themselves
Like Dr. Kavorkian, travel like satellites
Prepared for battle to rade the
Got tackled by the rebels, the in my head is heavy metal
Lyrical chain reaction, instruments, run for Symantecs
The civil war assassins
Geological, biochemical, camouflaged nuclear
Sounds posible, cuz regardless
grammer, mental examiner
I shock the world the death of Princess Diana
psychology on technology, accept no apologies
The penalty is to cut off arms and feet
Poetry teachers are speechers through the speakers
My fans will become die hard listeners, plus ear

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

(Chorus x2)

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

*beepin to fade*