Luyện nghe bài hát F You Too

Yeah, Desert 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 niggaz hoped I wouldn't make it, you
Your only made me wanna cake ya, fuck you
I see you nigga I'ma buck you
And put a hole in chest that's big enough to drive a truck through

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

If I it's gonna 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 broken and bruised

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

Paul Cain never shook
Yeah, I talk to my enemies but never police
You wanna converse it better be brief, you ain't gotta say
Show me the money and the speak

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

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

Live everyday my last night, od'in or X
I got signed like 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 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 back stabbers, to be standin' behind me, wit they out
the Range, wit the fins drove in
I wasn't to see my foes, dressed in friends clothin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm eatin', and I ain't have to use someone's
And when you clean as me, you know that bum is against you
But don't let someone 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 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

I see ya ass schemin', fuck you
you don't wanna swallow 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