Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck What You Think

Yo, yo, fuck what you
what you think

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

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

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

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

Third eye is a million 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
the dictionary, pictionary, the non-fictionary
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 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, in the place to be
All-American lyrics, the top choice in rap market from

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

Faster the rate 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 less
Than a hundred and rap with rubberbands placed in
Golden suitcases, across the table
To the dogs in the nine-eight, the nine-eight

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

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

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

English grammer, examiner
I shock the like the death of Princess Diana
Reverse psychology on technology, accept no
The penalty is to cut off arms and feet
Poetry teachers are seepin' through the speakers
My fans become 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
Twenty-one and over to
And nineteen and over to
and over to Pat
A twelve old kid got bucked

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

Word up, fuck you think
up, yo