Luyện nghe bài hát F You Too

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

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

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

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

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

Paul Cain never appear
Yeah, I might talk to my enemies but never
You converse it better be brief, you ain't gotta say much
Show me the money and the cheddar'll

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

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

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

Street
(Yeah, yeah)

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

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

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

So what, you wear a vest, why I care
If I aim for ya chest, that be a idea
Nigga, it's nothing to clap ya but I'm more
Bout the groupie cops, who wanna put they 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
hit a buck and make the windows go up on they own

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

'Cause I just dump the light Dutch, mash the
You believe how much ass I touch
Who struts pass the sluts, and a chain wit so much
Ash and cuts, that it hangs much the nuts

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

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

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

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