Luyện nghe bài hát Who They Want

Attention, we thang for cotton-candy rappers
That be in the bed before 9:00
Cover ya ears, its to get ugly baby

Now who they want? Me, me, me, me, me, me, King
That's what I 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, Dike Jones, Jones

Yeah, I handle 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 want problems my nigga, my stats is way past a quota
'Cuz I'm what Flippa says in the initial that's after Clova, G's

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

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

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

Hut 1, Hut 2, now you in trouble fool
And my don't like you now, you got trouble in doubles dude
And you won't get to juice, no opening 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 that built the castle
I pull my and slap you, turn you 'to a dizzy rascal

That ain't hip-hop, I swear that garbage gon' get
I'ma kill the tick-tock you got in flea-market wrist-watch
He said I fell off, and Koopa never 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 no competitor
Mo' and mo' record sales, etcetera etcetera
So I'ma delete you, and put back there instead of ya

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