Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck What You Think

Yo, yo, fuck what you
Fuck what you

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

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

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

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

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

Injections, injections, ran from house
Left the dictionary, pictionary, the
Zig-Zag-Zig Allah, puzzle like jigsaw
for charisma, yo

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

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

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

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

Yo, I build with the great of Africa
RZA, Star Trek Voyager, Killah Hillside
Captured you in inside gas chambers
North American, Arabian, half-tone dark

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

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

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

Fuck what you
what you think
Fuck you think

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

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

Word up, what you think
up, yo