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
ya ears, its 'bout to get ugly baby

Now who want? Me, me, me, me, me, me, King Koopa
That's what I give em', the color click, Chamillitary man!
Now who they hate, 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 beef unpack it for ya
Mike Jones, is a rapper but he isn't a bad promoter
You don't want 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, commercials ain't even right
Texas be pourin' purple, we bend and remixed that Sprite
Okay stick to this Dike, you right if he wanna fight
But this ain't no Lil' Flip beverage he have a lucky night

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

to dig up a deep hole, so ya album can rest 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 in them cleets

Hut 1, Hut 2, now you in some fool
And my brother don't like you now, you got trouble in doubles
And you get to guzzle juice, no opening for ya food
'Cuz the 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, turn you 'to a rascal

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

Man, I'm just sayin' though get off my
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 hate, Dike, Dike, Dike, Dike, Dike, Dike, Dike
Then I'm gon' get em' real ain't jammin', no
Dike Jones, Who?, Jones, Jones