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 that means
(Yeah)

I know niggaz 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 that's big enough to drive a truck

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Street
(Yeah, yeah)

I see ya ass schemin', fuck you
Bitch you don't wanna semen, fuck you
No you hate the way I'm street dreamin', you
why I ridin', clappin', wit the .40 Cal screamin', fuck 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 shocked to see my foes, dressed in friends 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, that be a good
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 got O.J. Simpson off in a week
I could show you how to up on ya own in a Benz
hit a buck and make the windows go up on they own

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

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

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

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