Luyện nghe bài hát F You Too

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Live everyday like my last night, or X
I got signed like Len Bias on draft night
(Yeah)

Street
(Yeah, yeah)

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

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

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

So what, you a vest, why would 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 limpin' off wit a and a lawyer
Who woulda got O.J. Simpson off in a
I could show you how to blow up on ya own in a
hit a buck and make the windows go up on they own

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

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

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

I'm eatin', and I have to use someone's utinsels
And when you clean as me, you that 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 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 faggot ass schemin', 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