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 ugly

Now who they want? Me, me, me, me, me, me, 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
Jones, Who? Dike Jones, Jones

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

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

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

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

Hut 1, Hut 2, now you in some trouble
And my brother don't like you now, you got 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 punish who? Nah, I don't to ask ya
You said it, now you gon' get it, and I ain't have a hassle
You ain't the King, I should know I'm the nigga built the castle
I pull my back-hand and you, turn you 'to a dizzy rascal

That hip-hop, I swear that garbage gon' get stopped
I'ma kill the 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' record sales, etcetera
So I'ma delete you, and put Magno back instead of ya

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