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 baby

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

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

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

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

'Bout to dig up a deep hole, so ya can rest and sleep
You can put all ya lyrics in it the gimmicks can 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 don't like you now, you got trouble in dude
And you won't get to juice, no opening for ya food
'Cuz the only way to shut you up, is a to muzzle you

Watch the punisher punish who? Nah, I 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 back-hand and slap you, turn you 'to a rascal

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

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

Now who they Me, me, me, me, me, me, King Koopa
That's I give em',
Now who hate, Dike, Dike, Dike, Dike, Dike, Dike, Dike
Then I'm gon' get em' real ain't jammin', no
Dike Jones, Who?, Dike Jones,