Luyện nghe bài hát Who They Want (mike Jones Diss)

Attention, we gotta for cotton-candy rappers
gotta be in the bed before 9:00
Cover ya ears, its 'bout to get 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 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 want beef unpack it for ya
Jones, is a wack rapper but he isn't a bad promoter
You don't problems my nigga, my stats is way past a quota
I'm gettin' what Flippa says in the initial 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 to this Dike, you right if he wanna fight
But this ain't no Flip 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
Want problems crank 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 can rest and sleep
You can put all ya lyrics in it the 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 like who step in them cleets

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 guzzle juice, no opening for ya
'Cuz the only way to shut you up, is a to muzzle you

Watch the punisher punish 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 nigga that the castle
I pull my and slap you, turn you 'to a dizzy rascal

That ain't hip-hop, I swear that gon' get stopped
I'ma kill the tick-tock you got in flea-market wrist-watch
He said I fell off, and Koopa could get hot
Can't pull my dick out, he got my dick in a lip-lock

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

Now who they Me, me, me, me, me, me, King Koopa
That's what I 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,