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
Your only made me wanna cake ya, fuck you
Wherever I see you nigga I'ma you
And put a in your chest 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 your
So what I remorse, the records I still peep guns on me
But the difference now is only

If I talk it's gonna be reckless, I'm to die
So when I apply pressure, niggaz gon' it
guns to rob niggaz, I told 'em to use
And leave enemies of friends that like broken and

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

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

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

Make a part 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 birds and blast pipes, addicted to the fast

Live everyday my last night, od'in or X
When I got like Len Bias on draft night
(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 street dreamin', 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
Then the Range, wit the fins in
I wasn't to see my foes, dressed in friends clothin'

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

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

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

'Cause I just dump the Dutch, mash the guts
You won't believe how ass I touch
Who else pass the sluts, and a chain wit so much
Ash and cuts, that it hangs 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 long
To keep shootin' ya bank until, ya arms off

I'm eatin', and I ain't have to use utinsels
And when you as me, you know that every bum is against you
But please don't let someone convince you to 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
why I ridin', clappin', wit the .40 Cal screamin', fuck you

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