Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck What You Think

Yo, yo, fuck what you
what you think

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

The premium classic lay your ass flat as a mattress
your head off the axis, the rhyme facious
Silencer on the tech-nine got your pillow wet
All your bitch say was the black

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

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

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

It's about what you know, so what you think
Nineteen and to fuck
It's twenty-one and to drink
and over 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, in the place to be
All-American lyrics, the top choice in this rap from

Now the way to England
'Cuz my click be jinglin' under Wu-Tang
That's quick to a million, then bounced on tour outta state
Rap fiends was trapped in like hot cakes

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

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

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

Lyrical reaction, deadly instruments, run for symantecs
The international civil war
Geological, biochemical, nuclear aropostles
Sounds posible, 'cuz visual

grammer, mental examiner
I shock the world like the of Princess Diana
Reverse on technology, accept no apologies
The penalty is to cut off your and feet
Poetry teachers are seepin' through the speakers
My fans will die hard listeners, plus ear bleeders

what you think
Fuck what you
Fuck you think

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

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

up, fuck what you think
up, yo