Luyện nghe bài hát Filthy Wonka

Into the Factory... Everybody your hands to yourself at all times. And don't
shit!
What the fuck can I say? That nigga Filthy Wonka is an man
Victims get coked up and skull fucked in the gland
Niggas say they want but the beef is canned
I thought y'all was herbivores all you niggas eating
I'm in the factory, my sex jokes
Critics say I like Tyler but I'm less dope
Man I write them in the Death Note
Turn on the television and watch 'em have a damn
I wanna see the world burn and the sky
My goal is to kill everybody so I can die
You can brag your album and how high it sold
Even though we know the shit triple styrofoam
Niggas talk that shit but 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 about Wonka?
on Steel Reserve and plenty ganja
Finna throw on the grill like Benihanas
On the corner selling this filth for dollas
y'all heard of Filthy Wonka?
In every heart, that nigga's the guilty conscience
Dropping off in the bay yo, the city harbors
Stay the fuck away, don't say we didn't ya
I just took the 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 you probably met a few
I rap with the impact of eleven dudes
You rap like a fucking priest you
After you in the confession booth
And told the truth
verses get rolled up and turned to ashes
I smoked a Old Testament and a Jehovah
Watch a ninja his match, every hour a serpent hatches
But I fuck with snakes bitch I murk a dragon
Filthy Wonka grab 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, what know about Filthy Wonka?
Sipping on Steel Reserve and plenty
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, nigga's the guilty conscience
Dropping body's off in the bay yo, the harbors
Stay the away, don't say we didn't warn ya
a lack of chaos in the game, it's up to me to cause it
Voices told me to kill Y'all, and Imma the promise
out the frying pan with the fetus omelets
A sixteen make you drop on your knees and vomit
If you ain't INF Gang you can pus
a herpe on the pussy lip of a diseased cunt
Grab bitch by the clit then I screamed "Trump!"
Bend her over on a tree stump and give her pumps
I'm in the woods with the
If you hating on my niggas or my get your ass got
Keyboard talking about Madrox
I fold 'em in half, him into a laptop
Now let's the factory, all you fans watch
But don't touch shit you might get your chopped
You losing blood and it can't
Now the Midget dragging your body singing this in the backdrop:
Now, what Y'all about Filthy Wonka?
Sipping on Steel Reserve and plenty
Finna throw niggas on the like Benihanas
On the corner selling filth for twenty dollas
Have y'all of Filthy Wonka?
In every child's heart, nigga's the guilty conscience
Dropping body's off in the bay yo, the harbors
Stay the fuck away, don't say we didn't ya
Now, what Y'all know Filthy Wonka?
on Steel Reserve and plenty ganja
Finna niggas on the grill like Benihanas
On the corner selling filth for twenty dollas
Have heard of Filthy Wonka?
In child's heart, that nigga's the guilty conscience
Dropping off in the bay yo, the city harbors
Stay the away, don't say we didn't warn ya
(Wow), this shit is amazing (All these midgets running around and shit!)
Look at the Filth Factory. everything I believed it was going to be
Hey, nigga what the fuck is that shit hanging up
Alright shut up niggas! Welcome to the River of Filth: where nothing but flows
We don't let none of that purified mainstream bullshit taint our supply
Now stand back, The Rusty Steam Pot approaches. Finna you lil' niggas on a boat
ride...
Oh, at the boat!
'ey the Steam Pot!
huge!