Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck What You Think

Yo, yo, what you think
Fuck what you

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

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

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

The blue is comin', the red coats is comin'
The fed coats is comin', the wet 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 gigabyte
Insight like bright, find this on your website
Everglow superior to your inferior
Verbal serial murder, givin' you venereal

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

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

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

Now y'all the way to
'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 like hot cakes

Faster than the rate of the travel
Which is and one third miles per a hour
And peace to the God Power for never for nothin' less
Than a grands and rap with rubberbands placed in
suitcases, slitted across the table
To walk the in the nine-eight, the nine-eight

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

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

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

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

Fuck what you
Fuck you think
Fuck you think

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

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

Word up, fuck what you
up, yo