Luyện nghe bài hát Who They Want

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hut 1, Hut 2, now you in some trouble
And my don't like you now, you got trouble in doubles dude
And you get to guzzle 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 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 that built the castle
I pull my back-hand and slap you, turn you 'to a rascal

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

Man, I'm just 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 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 hate, Dike, Dike, Dike, Dike, Dike, Dike, Dike
Then I'm gon' get em' niggaz ain't jammin', no
Dike Jones, Who?, Jones, Jones