Luyện nghe bài hát F You Too

Yeah, Desert Storm niggaz,
Ghetto, I got niggaz man
Clue, I'm the line of defense
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
And I'ma show 'em what means
(Yeah)

I know these hoped I wouldn't make it, fuck you
Your hatred only me wanna cake ya, fuck you
Wherever I see you nigga I'ma you
And put a hole in your chest that's big to drive a truck through

I bring the back where you lives, flatter your wiz
Reload and then point the Mag at your
So what I remorse, the records I still peep guns on me
But the difference now is Deserts

If I talk it's be reckless, I'm ready to die
So when I apply pressure, niggaz gon' it
Tote guns to rob niggaz, I 'em to use
And leave enemies of friends that like and bruised

They ain't crazy, they just and confused, cross me
And they'll be talks of how they found the man on the news
I'ma career crook they a mug shot from my graduation picture
And my high school yearbook

Paul Cain never appear
Yeah, I talk to my enemies but never police
You wanna converse it better be brief, you gotta say much
Show me the money and the speak

If it involvin' bread, I ain't with it
I don't need D's on me, I'm already Feds
When the shots from the spread
Duck, I discriminate, leave CEO's and artists dead

Make slugs a of his head
Vanish pop up in a SL double nickel, scarlet red
Fuck you I'm tryna get my right
All my flip birds and blast pipes, addicted to the fast life

Live like my last night, od'in or X
When I got signed like Len Bias on night
(Yeah)

Street
(Yeah, yeah)

I see ya ass schemin', fuck you
Bitch you don't swallow semen, fuck you
No you hate the way I'm dreamin', fuck you
why I ridin', clappin', wit the .40 Cal screamin', fuck you

When I pulled the 5 out, I kinda
For the stabbers, to be standin' behind me, wit they knives out
the Range, wit the fins drove in
I wasn't shocked to see my foes, dressed in clothin'

But I pull through the sty, wit handguns
As big as the one, Robocop pulled his thigh
You heard about the bullets I buy and how it look like
I'm batteries, when the bullets shoot by

So what, you wear a vest, why I care
If I aim for ya chest, be a good idea
Nigga, nothing to clap ya but I'm more worried
Bout the groupie cops, who wanna put cuffs on a rappa

That's why I'm off wit a freak and a lawyer
Who woulda got O.J. off in a week
I could you how to blow up on ya own in a Benz
That'll hit a and make the windows go up on they own

Wit a stash box compartment for a
That make the size of peep holes, on apartment doors
My closet look department stores and you wonder why
Ya girl's home, wit a cigar sip for

'Cause I just dump the Dutch, mash the guts
You won't believe how much ass I
Who else pass the sluts, and a chain wit so much
Ash and cuts, that it hangs pass the nuts

That's why I get by broads wit deeper throats
Then the people at the circus, be swallowin' swords
Y'all hopin' that the Don fall off but my money's long
To keep shootin' ya until, ya arms fall off

I'm eatin', and I have to use someone's utinsels
And when you clean as me, you know every bum is against you
But please don't let convince you to test the kid
And get hit wit slugs as long, as a No. 2 Pencil,

I see ya faggot ass schemin', you
Bitch you wanna swallow semen, fuck you
No you hate the way I'm dreamin', fuck you
why I ridin', clappin', wit the .40 Cal screamin', fuck you

I see ya faggot ass schemin', you
Bitch you don't wanna semen, fuck you
No you the way I'm street dreamin', fuck you
why I ridin', clappin', wit the .40 Cal screamin', fuck you