Luyện nghe bài hát Filthy Wonka

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