Luyện nghe bài hát Who They Want

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

Now who they want? Me, me, me, me, me, me, Koopa
That's what I give em', the 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
Jones, Who? Dike Jones, Jones

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

Nigga please, them 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' beverage he won't have a lucky night

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

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

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

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

That hip-hop, I swear that garbage gon' get stopped
I'ma kill the tick-tock you got in your flea-market
He said I fell off, and Koopa could get hot
Can't pull my dick out, 'cuz he got my dick in a

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

Now who they want? Me, me, me, me, me, me, King
That's I give em',
Now who they hate, Dike, Dike, Dike, Dike, Dike, Dike,
Then I'm gon' get em' real ain't jammin', no
Dike Jones, Who?, Dike Jones,