Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck What You Think

Yo, yo, fuck you think
Fuck what you

about what you know, so fuck what you think
Twenty-one and over to
Nineteen and to fuck
and over to Pat
A twelve year old kid got

The sweet premium classic lay your ass flat as a
Smack head off the axis, the rhyme facious
Silencer on the tech-nine shot got your wet
All your say was the black silhouette

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

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

Third eye is a million watt gigabyte
like bright, can't find this on your website
Everglow superior to your material
Verbal murder, givin' you pussycat's venereal

Injections, injections, ran from house
the dictionary, pictionary, the non-fictionary
Ruler Allah, puzzle like jigsaw
for charisma, yo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

what you think
Fuck what you
what you think

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

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

Word up, what you think
up, yo