Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck What You Think

Yo, yo, what you think
Fuck you think

It's about what you know, so fuck what you
Twenty-one and over to
Nineteen and to fuck
and over to Pat
A year old kid got bucked

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

Of the Ninja, Lion King of the jungle, Simba
Cut the roof to family tree, timber
Me and Dr. Strange in the black smokin' chimneys
Fat Cappadonna tape stuck my Benzi

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

Third eye is a trillion million watt
like bright, can't find this on your website
Everglow superior to inferior 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 you think
Nineteen and to fuck
It's twenty-one and over to
Sixteen and to Pat
A year old kid got bucked

Aiyyo, rock head niggaz who mics for the first time
Get fronted on majorly once the God in
On the scene, in the place to be
All-American lyrics, the top in this rap market from

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

Faster the rate of the Earth travel
Which is and one third miles per a hour
And peace to the God Power for never fallin' for less
Than a grands and rap with rubberbands placed in
Golden suitcases, slitted the table
To walk the in the nine-eight, the nine-eight

Yo, I build the great minds of Africa
RZA, Star Trek Voyager, Killah Strangler
Captured you in thirty-six gas chambers
North American, Arabian, half-tone dark

9th convinces his enemies to kill themselves
Like Dr. Kavorkian, travel 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, instruments, run for symantecs
The international civil war
Geological, biochemical, nuclear aropostles
Sounds posible, 'cuz regardless

grammer, mental examiner
I shock the like the death of Princess Diana
Reverse psychology on technology, no apologies
The is to cut off your arms and feet
Poetry are speechers seepin' through the speakers
My fans will become die hard listeners, ear bleeders

what you think
Fuck what you
what you think

It's what you know, so fuck what you think
Twenty-one and over to
And nineteen and to fuck
and over to Pat
A twelve year old kid got

So fuck what you think, about what you know
and over to drink
And nineteen and over to
and over to Pat
A year old kid got bucked

up, fuck what you think
up, yo