Luyện nghe bài hát F You Too

Yeah, Desert niggaz, Cain
Ghetto, I got niggaz man
Clue, I'm the line of defense
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
And I'ma 'em what that means
(Yeah)

I know these niggaz hoped I make it, fuck you
Your only made me wanna cake ya, fuck you
I see you nigga I'ma buck you
And put a hole in your chest big enough to drive a truck through

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

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

ain't crazy, they just broke and confused, cross 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 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 with it
I don't D's on me, I'm already dodgin' Feds
When the shots the revolver spread
Duck, I don't discriminate, leave CEO's and 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 niggaz flip birds and blast pipes, 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 the way I'm street dreamin', fuck you
That's why I ridin', clappin', wit the .40 Cal screamin', you

When I the 5 out, I kinda expected
For the back stabbers, to be behind me, wit they knives out
Then the Range, wit the fins in
I wasn't shocked to see my foes, in friends clothin'

But I still pull the sty, wit handguns
As big as the one, pulled from his thigh
You prolly heard the bullets I buy and how it look like
I'm throwin' batteries, when the 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 clap ya but I'm more
Bout the groupie cops, who wanna put cuffs on a rappa

That's why I'm limpin' off wit a and a lawyer
Who woulda got O.J. Simpson off in a
I could show you how to up on ya own in a Benz
That'll hit a buck and make the windows go up on own

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

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

That's why I get followed by broads wit deeper
Then the people at the circus, that be swords
Y'all hopin' 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 to use someone's utinsels
And you clean 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 slugs as long, as a No. 2 Pencil,

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

I see ya ass schemin', fuck you
Bitch you wanna 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