Luyện nghe bài hát F You Too

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Street
(Yeah, yeah)

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
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' me, wit they knives out
Then the Range, wit the drove in
I shocked 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 the bullets I buy and how it look 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
the groupie cops, who wanna put they cuffs on a rappa

That's why I'm limpin' off wit a freak and a
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 holes the size of peep holes, on apartment doors
My closet look department stores and you wonder why
Ya comin' home, wit a cigar sip for

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

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

I'm eatin', and I ain't have to use 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 slugs as long, as a No. 2 Pencil,

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

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