Luyện nghe bài hát Who They Want

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

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

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

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

He if he have a life, sayin' Cham' ain't gon' get a deal
Ain't no rhymer you's a vagina, it's time for Vagisil
Want problems then it up, ain't no static or banner here
I crush that lil' man career, 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 can rest in peace
I bought ya CD, you was how you the best in the streets
So I had to go get my quarterback like niggaz who step in cleets

Hut 1, Hut 2, now you in trouble fool
And my brother 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 shut you up, is a to muzzle you

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

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

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

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