Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck What You Think

Yo, yo, what you think
Fuck you think

It's 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
Smack your head off the axis, the rhyme
Silencer on the tech-nine got your pillow wet
All your bitch say was the black

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

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 Riker's fuckin' a
CEO, keep it on the D-low

Third eye is a million watt gigabyte
Insight like bright, find this on your website
Everglow superior to your inferior
Verbal murder, givin' you pussycat's venereal

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

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

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

Now the way to England
my click be jinglin' under 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
Which is one-thousand-thirty-seven and one third per a hour
And peace to the God for never fallin' for nothin' less
Than a grands and rap with rubberbands placed in
Golden suitcases, slitted across the
To walk the in the nine-eight, the nine-eight

Yo, I build the great minds of Africa
RZA, Star Trek Voyager, Killah Strangler
Captured you in inside thirty-six gas
North American, Arabian, dark Indian

9th Prince 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 international civil war
Geological, biochemical, camouflaged aropostles
Sounds posible, 'cuz visual

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

Fuck you think
Fuck you think
what you think

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

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

Word up, fuck you think
up, yo