Luyện nghe bài hát F You Too

Yeah, Desert niggaz, Cain
Ghetto, I got these man
Clue, I'm the first of defense
(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 I'ma you
And put a hole in your chest big enough to drive a truck through

I bring the drama back where you lives, flatter wiz
Reload and then the Mag at your kids
So what I sound remorse, the records I 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
guns to rob niggaz, I told 'em to use
And leave enemies of friends that like and bruised

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

Paul Cain appear shook
Yeah, I might talk to my enemies but police
You wanna converse it better be brief, you gotta say much
Show me the and the cheddar'll speak

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

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

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

Street
(Yeah, yeah)

I see ya faggot ass schemin', you
you don't 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 kinda
For the back stabbers, to be standin' behind me, wit knives out
Then the Range, wit the drove in
I wasn't shocked to see my foes, in friends clothin'

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

So what, you a vest, why would I care
If I aim for ya chest, that be a good
Nigga, it's to clap ya but I'm more worried
Bout the groupie cops, who wanna put they 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 show you how to up on ya own in a Benz
That'll hit a buck and make the go up on they own

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

I just dump the light Dutch, mash the guts
You believe how much 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 ain't have to use utinsels
And when you clean as me, you know that every bum is you
But please don't let someone 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 dreamin', fuck you
That's why I ridin', clappin', wit the .40 Cal screamin', you

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