Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck What You Think

Yo, yo, what you think
Fuck you think

It's about what you know, so what you think
and over to drink
Nineteen and over to
Sixteen and to Pat
A twelve year old kid got

The sweet classic lay your ass flat as a mattress
Smack your head off the axis, the facious
Silencer on the shot got your pillow wet
All your say was the black silhouette

Of the dark Ninja, Lion King of the jungle,
Cut the to your family tree, timber
Me and Dr. in the black reign smokin' chimneys
Fat Cappadonna tape stuck inside my

The coats is comin', the red coats is comin'
The fed coats is comin', the wet heads is
I heard to was up in the Riker's fuckin' a female
CEO, keep it on the D-low

Third eye is a trillion watt gigabyte
Insight like bright, can't this on your website
Everglow superior to your material
Verbal serial murder, givin' you venereal

Injections, lethal injections, ran house
Left the dictionary, pictionary, the
Ruler Allah, puzzle like jigsaw
for charisma, yo

It's about what you know, so fuck what you
Nineteen and over to
It's and over to drink
Sixteen and to Pat
A twelve year old kid got

Aiyyo, rock head niggaz who grab mics for the time
Get fronted on majorly the God slides in
On the scene, love-love in the to be
All-American lyrics, the top choice in rap market from

Now y'all the way to
'Cuz my be jinglin' under Wu-Tang Productions
That's quick to sell a million, then on tour outta state
Rap was trapped in cells like hot cakes

Faster than the rate of the travel
is one-thousand-thirty-seven and one third miles per a hour
And peace to the God Power for never for nothin' less
Than a hundred grands and rap with rubberbands in
Golden suitcases, slitted the table
To walk the in the nine-eight, the nine-eight

Yo, I with the great minds of Africa
RZA, Star Voyager, Killah Hillside Strangler
Captured you in inside gas chambers
North American, Arabian, dark Indian

9th Prince his enemies to kill themselves
Dr. Kavorkian, travel like razor satellites
Prepared for battles, try to raid the castles
Got tackled by the rebels, the in my head is heavy metal

Lyrical chain reaction, deadly instruments, run for
The civil war assassins
Geological, biochemical, camouflaged aropostles
Sounds posible, regardless visual

English grammer, mental
I shock the world like the death of Diana
Reverse psychology on technology, accept no
The penalty is to cut off your arms and
Poetry are speechers seepin' through the speakers
My fans will become die listeners, plus ear bleeders

Fuck you think
Fuck you think
what you think

It's about what you know, so fuck you think
and over to drink
And and over to fuck
and over to Pat
A twelve old kid got bucked

So fuck what you think, it's what you know
Twenty-one and to drink
And nineteen and over to
Sixteen and to Pat
A twelve old kid got bucked

Word up, fuck you think
up, yo