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? That nigga Wonka is an evil man
Victims get coked up and skull fucked in the gland
Niggas say they beef but the beef is canned
I thought y'all was herbivores all you eating plants
I'm in the factory, my sex jokes
Critics say I sound like Tyler but I'm dope
Man I write them motherfuckers in the Death
Turn on the television and watch 'em have a damn
I wanna see the burn and the sky explode
My goal is to kill so I can die alone
You can about your album and how high it sold
Even though we know the shit went triple
Niggas talk shit but they never swing
I put 'em on ass my left jab is ketamine
I'm the man turning into recipes
me in the booth was the last time they was ever seen
Now, what Y'all know Filthy Wonka?
on Steel Reserve and plenty ganja
Finna throw on the grill like Benihanas
On the selling this filth for twenty 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, say we didn't warn ya
I took 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 niggas in a
Split you probably met a few
I rap with the same impact of dudes
You rap like a fucking priest you
you went in the confession booth
And told the naked
Bible get rolled up and turned to ashes
I a Old Testament and a Jehovah pamphlet
Watch a ninja his match, every hour a serpent hatches
But I don't fuck with snakes bitch I murk a
Filthy Wonka grab three fifty-seven
Aim at you let 'em blast your fucking head in half
I let out an epic laugh
When I die "This nigga was a sav'" on my epitaph
Now, what know about Filthy Wonka?
Sipping on Steel Reserve and plenty
Finna throw on the grill like Benihanas
On the corner this filth for twenty dollas
y'all heard of Filthy Wonka?
In every child's heart, nigga's the guilty conscience
Dropping off in the bay yo, the city harbors
the fuck away, don't say we didn't warn ya
There's a lack of chaos in the game, up to me to cause it
Voices me to kill Y'all, and Imma keep the promise
Fresh out the frying pan with the omelets
A sixteen will make you drop on your knees and
If you ain't INF you can drink pus
From a herpe on the pussy lip of a diseased
Grab that bitch by the clit then I "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 warriors talking Madrox
I fold 'em in half, him into a laptop
Now let's tour the factory, all you fans
But don't shit you might get your hands chopped
You blood and it can't stop
Now the Midget Army dragging body singing this in the backdrop:
Now, Y'all know about Filthy Wonka?
Sipping on Steel Reserve and ganja
Finna throw niggas on the like Benihanas
On the corner selling this filth for twenty
y'all heard 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, say we didn't warn ya
Now, Y'all know about Filthy Wonka?
Sipping on Reserve and plenty ganja
Finna throw niggas on the grill Benihanas
On the corner selling this for twenty dollas
y'all heard of Filthy Wonka?
In every child's heart, nigga's the guilty conscience
body's off in the bay yo, the city harbors
Stay the away, don't say we didn't warn ya
Whoa (Wow), this shit is amazing (All these running around and shit!)
Look at the Filth Factory. It's 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: nothing but filth flows
We don't let of that watered-down purified mainstream bullshit taint our supply
Now stand back, The Rusty Steam Pot approaches. Finna take you niggas on a boat
ride...
Oh, at the boat!
'ey the Rusty Pot!
huge!