Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Want Beef

Y'all niggas want it kid
Y'all don't want it man

It's this
Do it this nigga
Niggas don't it

Tellin

Yo on the coast, Cali green, eyes all red
Got out the truck, Eyez On Me*
Peep the story, coat
Nigga you on some money, make a move and you broke
As as that, motherfucker don't do it twice
He love his wife, nigga love his life
He don't know we niggas up
Leave 'em in hotels with fingers cut
Send the toast to they, Mexican, POW! POW! tear your up
I bomb at baby moms, I got an army of arms
The gun's sweatin my palms
Lovin the poors, lovin them with no draws
I'm the last don and the
from the best to the worst
So now I'm back to the best, to the stores
Back to bricks and four-fours
to, gettin mines and I'm takin yours, it goes

Y'all niggas don't beef
'cause if they did, I'd the guns to they kids
And I aint like that
I the infrared, right up on your nightcap
Niggas beef
if they did, I'd have the guns to they kids
And I aint even that
I have the infrared, up on your nightcap
You want beef wit us? It's a big difference, you what?

Yo, fuck an empty pocket, I went from loafer penny
To plenty poppin, takin my workers shoppin
Had enough of these foreigners, playin wit my
Told papi, yo this tan is gettin me broke
twenty a gram, gettin garbage
I thirty for the product, plus I heard Fernando got it
Dope cheap around street, push the anniversary Range
With the first seats we met Chico a while back
When I copped petty coke, from his E-O
In the building six oh
He I wasn't playin, I came clappin
9-6 put my on the line, nigga fuck rappin, check what happened
I him put papi on the horn
Words was spoke there, duke said it was on
We met in the rain, it no need to explain
back to War Report, just to freshen your brain

Niggas beef, we can bring it to the street
We can get the and...
Niggas want beef, we can it to the street and
We can get it on like...
Niggas want beef, we can it to the street
the heat like...
Niggas don't beef like, nigga wanna beef like
C-N-N,

Yo, yo, ultimate power, yo it's like the customs
I got a transporter, see an old crippled
And my moms used to say you use what you got
So I'ma roll dice, loop, I lose it or not
A freeborn hate a thug, yo and I aint a
Yeah we thugged out, niggas slap the mayor
Chime on haters, see me shine my gators
the gauges, down we be rippin the stages, what nigga

Niggas wanna place a in my chest, lay me to rest
The projects me the best, crazy begets
I get 'em my babies, my eighties
with a Ac white Mercedes, buggin here like my rims eighty
Bulletproof glass and frame, I the game
Like AlPo, eighty five bottles of
If beef, we could get it on like that
I got my army, the fuck you say, you be right back?