Luyện nghe bài hát Who They Want

Attention, we thang for cotton-candy rappers
That gotta be in the bed before
Cover ya ears, its 'bout to get baby

Now who want? Me, me, me, me, me, me, King Koopa
That's I give em', the color changin' click, Chamillitary man!
Now who hate, Dike, Dike, Dike, Dike, Dike, Dike, Dike
Then I'm gon' get em' niggaz, ain't jammin', no
Dike Jones, Who? Jones, Jones

Yeah, I heat like a pizza man, you want beef I'll unpack it for ya
Jones, is a wack rapper but he isn't a bad promoter
You don't want problems my nigga, my is way past a quota
I'm gettin' what Flippa says in the initial that's after Clova, G's

Nigga please, commercials ain't even right
niggaz be pourin' purple, we bend and remixed that Sprite
Okay stick to this Dike, you right if he wanna fight
But this ain't no Lil' Flip beverage he won't have a night

He if he have a life, sayin' Cham' ain't gon' get a deal
no rhymer you's a vagina, it's time for some Vagisil
Want problems then crank it up, ain't no or banner here
I crush lil' man career, like a Budweiser can of beer

'Bout to dig up a deep hole, so ya album can rest and
You can put all ya lyrics in it the gimmicks can in peace
I bought ya CD, you was sayin' how you the in the streets
So I had to go get my quarterback like niggaz who step in them

Hut 1, Hut 2, now you in some trouble
And my don't like you now, you got trouble in doubles dude
And you won't get to guzzle juice, no for ya food
the only way to shut you up, is a muzzle to muzzle you

Watch the punisher who? Nah, I don't have to ask ya
You said it, now you gon' get it, and I ain't have a hassle
You ain't the King, I should know I'm the that built the castle
I pull my and slap you, turn you 'to a dizzy rascal

ain't hip-hop, I swear that garbage gon' get stopped
I'ma kill the tick-tock you got in your wrist-watch
He I fell off, and Koopa could never get hot
Can't pull my dick out, 'cuz he got my in a lip-lock

Man, I'm just sayin' get off my genitalia
Get off my nuts, I'm ya, no you ain't no competitor
Mo' money and mo' record sales, etcetera
So I'ma delete you, and put back there instead of ya

Now who want? Me, me, me, me, me, me, King Koopa
That's what I em',
Now who hate, Dike, Dike, Dike, Dike, Dike, Dike, Dike
Then I'm gon' get em' real niggaz jammin', no
Dike Jones, Who?, Dike Jones,