Luyện nghe bài hát Who They Want

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

Now who they Me, me, me, me, me, me, King Koopa
That's what I give em', the color click, Chamillitary man!
Now who they hate, Dike, Dike, Dike, Dike, Dike, Dike,
Then I'm gon' get em' real niggaz, jammin', no
Dike Jones, Who? Jones, Jones

Yeah, I handle heat like a pizza man, you 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 stats is way a quota
'Cuz I'm what Flippa says in the initial that's after Clova, G's

Nigga please, them commercials ain't even
Texas niggaz be pourin' purple, we bend and remixed that
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 a life, sayin' Cham' ain't gon' get a deal
Ain't no rhymer a vagina, it's time for some Vagisil
problems then crank it up, ain't no static 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 rest in
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 trouble fool
And my brother like you now, you got trouble in doubles dude
And you won't get to guzzle juice, no opening for ya
'Cuz the only way to shut you up, is a to muzzle you

the punisher punish who? Nah, I don't have to ask ya
You said it, now you gon' get it, and I 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 get stopped
I'ma the tick-tock you got in your flea-market wrist-watch
He said I off, and Koopa 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' money and mo' sales, etcetera etcetera
So delete you, and put Magno back there instead 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' niggaz ain't jammin', no
Jones, Who?, Dike Jones, Jones