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

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

Now who they Me, me, me, me, me, me, King Koopa
That's what I em', the color changin' click, Chamillitary 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 I'll unpack it for ya
Mike Jones, is a wack rapper but he isn't a bad
You want problems my nigga, my stats is way past a quota
'Cuz I'm gettin' what Flippa says in the initial that's Clova, G's

Nigga please, them commercials ain't even
Texas niggaz be pourin' purple, we bend and that Sprite
Okay Koopa stick to this Dike, you if he wanna 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 rhymer you's a vagina, it's for some Vagisil
Want problems then it up, ain't no static or banner here
I crush lil' man career, like 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 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 some trouble
And my brother like you now, you got trouble in doubles dude
And you get to guzzle juice, no opening for ya food
'Cuz the way to shut you up, is a muzzle to muzzle you

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

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

Man, I'm just 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 there instead of ya

Now who they want? Me, me, me, me, me, me, 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,