Luyện nghe bài hát F You Too

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

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

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

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

Paul Cain appear shook
Yeah, I might talk to my enemies but police
You converse it better be brief, you ain't gotta say much
Show me the money and the cheddar'll

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

Make slugs a of his head
Vanish then pop up in a SL double nickel, red
Fuck you I'm tryna get my cash
All my niggaz flip birds and 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
Bitch you don't wanna swallow semen, 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 the 5 out, I kinda expected
For the stabbers, to be standin' behind me, wit they knives out
Then the Range, wit the drove in
I wasn't shocked to see my foes, dressed in friends

But I pull 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 like
I'm throwin' batteries, when the 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 clap ya but I'm worried
Bout the groupie cops, who wanna put they on a rappa

That's why I'm limpin' off wit a and a lawyer
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 make holes the size of holes, on apartment doors
My look like department stores and you wonder why
Ya girl's home, wit a cigar sip for

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

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

I'm eatin', and I have to use someone's utinsels
And when you clean as me, you know every bum is against you
But please don't let someone convince you to the kid
And get hit wit slugs as long, as a No. 2 Pencil,

I see ya ass schemin', fuck you
Bitch you 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

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
That's why I ridin', clappin', wit the .40 Cal screamin', you