Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck What You Think

Yo, yo, what you think
Fuck what you

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

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

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

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

Third eye is a trillion watt gigabyte
Insight like bright, can't find this on your
Everglow to your 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 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 mics for the first time
Get on majorly once the God slides in
On the scene, in the place to be
All-American lyrics, the top choice in this rap from

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck what you
Fuck what you
what you think

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

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

Word up, what you think
up, yo