Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck What You Think

Yo, yo, fuck what you
Fuck what you

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

The sweet premium classic lay 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 King of the jungle,
Cut the to your family tree, timber
Me and Dr. Strange in the black reign smokin'
Fat Cappadonna tape stuck inside my

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck what you
what you think
Fuck what you

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

So fuck what you think, about 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