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

Attention, we thang 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 give em', the color changin' click, 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 heat like a pizza man, you want beef I'll unpack it for ya
Mike Jones, is a wack rapper but he 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

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

He lucky if he have a life, sayin' Cham' gon' get a deal
Ain't no rhymer you's a vagina, it's time for Vagisil
Want problems crank it up, ain't no static or banner here
I crush that lil' man career, 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 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 who step in them cleets

Hut 1, Hut 2, now you in some fool
And my brother 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 punisher who? Nah, I don't have to ask ya
You said it, now you gon' get it, and I ain't have a hassle
You ain't the King, I should know I'm the that built the castle
I pull my and slap you, turn you 'to a dizzy rascal

That ain't hip-hop, I swear that 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 my dick out, 'cuz he got my dick 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 back 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 ain't jammin', no
Dike Jones, Who?, Dike Jones,