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

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

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

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

please, them commercials ain't even right
Texas niggaz be purple, we bend and remixed that Sprite
Okay Koopa stick to Dike, you right if he wanna fight
But this ain't no Lil' 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 for some Vagisil
problems then crank it up, ain't no static or banner here
I that lil' man career, like 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 sayin' how you the best in the
So I had to go get my quarterback like niggaz who in them cleets

Hut 1, Hut 2, now you in some 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
the only way to shut you up, is a muzzle to muzzle you

Watch the punish 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 the King, I should know I'm the nigga 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 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 sayin' though get off my
Get off my nuts, I'm bettin' ya, no you ain't no
Mo' money and mo' sales, etcetera etcetera
So I'ma delete you, and put back there instead 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 get em' real niggaz ain't jammin', no
Jones, Who?, Dike Jones, Jones