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

Attention, we gotta thang for cotton-candy
That be in the bed before 9:00
ya ears, its 'bout to get ugly baby

Now who they want? Me, me, me, me, me, me, 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 get em' real niggaz, ain't jammin', no
Dike Jones, Dike Jones, Jones

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

please, them commercials ain't even right
Texas niggaz be purple, we bend and remixed that Sprite
Koopa stick to this 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' ain't gon' get a deal
no rhymer you's a vagina, it's time for some Vagisil
Want 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 deep hole, so ya can rest and sleep
You can put all ya in it the gimmicks can rest in peace
I ya CD, you was sayin' how you the best in the streets
So I had to go get my quarterback like niggaz who step in 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 get to guzzle juice, no opening for ya food
the only way to shut you up, is a muzzle to muzzle you

Watch the punisher punish who? Nah, I have to ask ya
You it, now you gon' get it, and I ain't gon' have a hassle
You ain't the King, I should know I'm the nigga that built the
I pull my back-hand and slap you, turn you 'to a rascal

That ain't hip-hop, I swear garbage gon' get stopped
I'ma kill the tick-tock you got in flea-market wrist-watch
He said I off, and Koopa could never get hot
Can't my dick out, 'cuz he got my dick in a lip-lock

Man, I'm sayin' though 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 Magno there instead of ya

Now who want? 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 ain't jammin', no
Dike Jones, Who?, Jones, Jones