Luyện nghe bài hát Filthy Wonka

Into the Factory... Everybody keep your to yourself at all times. And don't
shit!
What the fuck can I say? That nigga Filthy is an evil man
Victims get coked up and skull in the pineal gland
say they want beef but the beef is canned
I y'all was herbivores all you niggas eating plants
I'm in the factory, packaging my sex
Critics say I like Tyler but I'm less dope
Man I write motherfuckers in the Death Note
Turn on the television and 'em have a damn stroke
I wanna see the world and the sky explode
My goal is to everybody so I can die alone
You can brag about your album and how it sold
Even we know the shit went triple styrofoam
Niggas talk that shit but they never
I put 'em on they ass my left jab is
I'm the man turning into recipes
Dissing me in the booth was the last time they was ever
Now, what Y'all know about Filthy
Sipping on Reserve and plenty ganja
Finna niggas on the grill like Benihanas
On the corner selling this for twenty dollas
Have y'all heard of Filthy
In every child's heart, that nigga's the conscience
Dropping off in the bay yo, the city harbors
Stay the fuck away, say we didn't warn ya
I just the fucking instrumental hostage
Give me ten million cash or I'm off it
You in the front row get a missile dropkick
And stomped out by my in a moshpit
Split you probably met a few
I rap with the same impact of dudes
You rap like a fucking priest you
After you in the confession booth
And told the naked
verses get rolled up and turned to ashes
I smoked a Old and a Jehovah pamphlet
Watch a ninja work his match, hour a serpent hatches
But I don't fuck with snakes bitch I murk a
Wonka grab three fifty-seven mags
Aim at you let 'em blast split your fucking in half
Then I let out an epic
When I die scribe "This nigga was a sav'" on my
Now, Y'all know about Filthy Wonka?
on Steel Reserve and plenty ganja
Finna throw on the grill like Benihanas
On the corner selling this filth for twenty
Have y'all heard of Wonka?
In every child's heart, that the guilty conscience
Dropping body's off in the bay yo, the city
Stay the fuck away, don't say we didn't 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 frying pan with the fetus
A sixteen will you drop on your knees and vomit
If you ain't INF Gang you can pus
From a on the pussy lip of a diseased cunt
Grab bitch by the clit then I screamed "Trump!"
Bend her on a tree stump and give her three pumps
I'm in the woods with the
If you on my niggas or my hood get your ass got
Keyboard warriors about Madrox
I fold 'em in half, him into a laptop
Now let's tour the factory, all you watch
But don't touch shit you might get your hands
You losing blood and it stop
Now the Midget Army dragging your body this in the backdrop:
Now, what know about Filthy Wonka?
Sipping on Steel Reserve and plenty
Finna niggas on the grill like Benihanas
On the corner selling this filth for twenty
Have y'all heard of Wonka?
In every child's heart, 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
Now, Y'all know about Filthy Wonka?
Sipping on Steel Reserve and plenty
Finna niggas on the grill like Benihanas
On the selling this filth for twenty dollas
Have heard of Filthy Wonka?
In every heart, that nigga's the guilty conscience
Dropping body's off in the bay yo, the harbors
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 believed it was to be
Hey, nigga the fuck is that 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 taint our supply
Now stand back, The Rusty Steam Pot approaches. take you lil' niggas on a boat
ride...
Oh, at the boat!
'ey the Steam Pot!
huge!