Luyện nghe bài hát F You Too

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

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

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

They 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 from my picture
And my junior school yearbook

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

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

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

everyday like my last night, od'in 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 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 expected
For the back stabbers, to be standin' behind me, wit they out
Then the Range, wit the fins in
I wasn't shocked to see my foes, dressed in clothin'

But I pull through the sty, wit handguns
As big as the one, Robocop from his thigh
You prolly heard about the bullets I buy and how it like
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 idea
Nigga, it's to clap ya but I'm more worried
Bout the cops, who wanna put they 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 blow up on ya own in a
That'll hit a buck and make the windows go up on own

Wit a stash box compartment for a
That make holes the of peep holes, on apartment doors
My closet 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 believe how much ass I touch
Who struts pass the sluts, and a chain wit so much
Ash and cuts, that it hangs much the nuts

That's why I get followed by wit deeper throats
the people at the circus, that be swallowin' swords
Y'all hopin' that the Don off but my money's long enough
To shootin' ya bank 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 as long, as a No. 2 Pencil, fucka

I see ya faggot ass schemin', 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 faggot ass schemin', 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