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

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

Now who they want? Me, me, me, me, me, me, King
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 pizza man, you want I'll unpack it for ya
Jones, is a wack rapper but he isn't a bad promoter
You don't problems my nigga, my stats is way past a quota
'Cuz I'm gettin' what Flippa in the initial that's after Clova, G's

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

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

'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 niggaz who step in them 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 won't get to guzzle juice, no opening for ya
'Cuz the way to shut you up, is a muzzle to muzzle you

Watch the punish who? Nah, I don't 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 know I'm the nigga that built the castle
I pull my and slap you, turn you 'to a dizzy rascal

That ain't hip-hop, I swear that garbage get stopped
I'ma the tick-tock you got in your 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 just sayin' though get off my
Get off my nuts, I'm bettin' ya, no you ain't no
Mo' money and mo' record sales, etcetera
So I'ma you, and put Magno back there instead of ya

Now who they want? Me, me, me, me, me, me, King
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
Jones, Who?, Dike Jones, Jones