Luyện nghe bài hát Filthy Wonka

Into the Factory... keep your hands to yourself at all times. And don't
shit!
What the fuck can I say? nigga Filthy Wonka is an evil man
get coked up and skull fucked in the pineal gland
Niggas say they want beef but the is canned
I thought y'all was herbivores all you eating plants
I'm in the factory, my sex jokes
Critics say I sound Tyler but I'm less dope
Man I write them motherfuckers in the Death
Turn on the television and watch 'em have a stroke
I wanna see the world and the sky explode
My goal is to kill everybody so I can die
You can brag your album and how high it sold
Even though we the shit went triple styrofoam
Niggas talk that but they never swing
I put 'em on ass my left jab is ketamine
I'm the man people into recipes
me in the booth was the last time they was ever seen
Now, what know about Filthy Wonka?
Sipping on Steel and plenty ganja
Finna throw niggas on the grill like
On the corner selling this for twenty dollas
Have y'all heard of Wonka?
In every child's heart, that nigga's the guilty
body's off in the bay yo, the city harbors
Stay the fuck away, don't say we warn ya
I just took the fucking hostage
Give me ten million or I'm finna off it
You hating in the front row get a missile
And out by my niggas in a moshpit
personalities you probably met a few
I rap with the same of eleven dudes
You rap like a fucking molested you
After you in the confession booth
And the naked truth
verses get rolled up and turned to ashes
I smoked a Old Testament and a pamphlet
Watch a work his match, every hour a serpent hatches
But I don't fuck with snakes bitch I murk a
Filthy Wonka three fifty-seven mags
Aim at you let 'em blast your fucking head in half
Then I let out an epic
When I die scribe "This was a sav'" on my epitaph
Now, what Y'all know about Filthy
Sipping on Reserve and plenty ganja
Finna throw niggas on the like Benihanas
On the corner selling this filth for twenty
Have y'all heard of Filthy
In every heart, that nigga's the guilty conscience
body's off in the bay yo, the city harbors
Stay the fuck away, say we didn't warn ya
There's a lack of chaos in the game, up to me to cause it
Voices told me to kill Y'all, and keep the promise
Fresh out the pan with the fetus omelets
A sixteen will make you on your knees and vomit
If you ain't INF you can drink pus
a herpe on the pussy lip of a diseased cunt
Grab that bitch by the clit I screamed "Trump!"
her over on a tree stump and give her three pumps
I'm in the with the Sasquatch
If you hating on my or my hood get your ass got
Keyboard warriors talking Madrox
I fold 'em in half, turn him a laptop
Now let's the factory, all you fans watch
But don't touch shit you might get hands chopped
You losing blood and it can't
Now the Midget Army dragging your body this in the backdrop:
Now, what Y'all know about Wonka?
Sipping on Steel Reserve and plenty
Finna throw niggas on the grill like
On the corner selling this for twenty dollas
Have y'all of Filthy Wonka?
In child's heart, that nigga's the guilty conscience
body's off in the bay yo, the city harbors
Stay the fuck away, don't say we didn't ya
Now, what Y'all know about Filthy
Sipping on Steel Reserve and ganja
Finna throw on the grill like Benihanas
On the corner this filth for twenty dollas
Have y'all of Filthy Wonka?
In every child's heart, that nigga's the guilty
Dropping off in the bay yo, the city harbors
Stay the fuck away, say we didn't warn ya
Whoa (Wow), this shit is amazing (All these midgets around and shit!)
Look at the Filth Factory. It's I believed it was going to be
Hey, what the fuck is that shit hanging up there?
shut up niggas! Welcome to the River of Filth: where nothing but filth flows
We don't let none of that watered-down purified mainstream bullshit our supply
Now back, The Rusty Steam Pot approaches. Finna take you lil' niggas on a boat
ride...
Oh, at the boat!
'ey the Rusty Pot!
huge!