Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck What You Think

Yo, yo, what you think
Fuck what you

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

The sweet premium classic lay your ass as a mattress
Smack your head off the axis, the rhyme
Silencer on the shot got your pillow wet
All your bitch say was the black

Of the dark Ninja, Lion of the jungle, Simba
Cut the roof to family tree, timber
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 heard to was up in the Riker's fuckin' a female
CEO, Wu-Tang keep it on the

Third eye is a trillion watt gigabyte
Insight like bright, can't this on your website
Everglow superior to your material
Verbal serial murder, givin' you venereal

Injections, lethal injections, ran from
the dictionary, pictionary, the non-fictionary
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 over to
and over to Pat
A year old kid got bucked

Aiyyo, rock head niggaz who grab for the first time
Get fronted on once the God slides in
On the scene, love-love in the 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 a million, then bounced on tour outta state
Rap was trapped in cells like hot cakes

than the rate of the Earth travel
Which is one-thousand-thirty-seven and one third miles per a
And peace to the God Power for never fallin' for nothin'
Than a grands and rap with rubberbands placed in
suitcases, slitted across the table
To the dogs in the nine-eight, the nine-eight

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

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

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

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

Fuck what you
Fuck you think
what you think

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

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

Word up, fuck you think
up, yo