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

Attention, we gotta thang for cotton-candy
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 changin' click, man!
Now who hate, Dike, Dike, Dike, Dike, Dike, Dike, Dike
Then I'm gon' get em' real niggaz, jammin', no
Jones, Who? Dike Jones, Jones

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

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

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

'Bout to dig up a deep hole, so ya album can 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 best in the
So I had to go get my quarterback like niggaz who step in them

Hut 1, Hut 2, now you in some fool
And my brother don't like you now, you got trouble in doubles
And you won't get to guzzle juice, no opening for ya
the only way to shut 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 gon' have a
You ain't the King, I should know I'm the nigga that built the
I pull my back-hand and slap you, you 'to a dizzy rascal

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

Man, I'm just sayin' get off my genitalia
Get off my nuts, I'm bettin' ya, no you ain't no
Mo' and mo' record sales, etcetera etcetera
So I'ma delete you, and put back there 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,
Then I'm gon' get em' real niggaz jammin', no
Dike Jones, Who?, Dike Jones,