Luyện nghe bài hát F You Too

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

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

I bring the drama where you lives, flatter your wiz
Reload and then point the Mag at your
So what I sound remorse, the I still peep guns on me
But the now is only 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 leave enemies of friends that broken and bruised

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

Paul Cain never 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 ain't bread, I ain't with it
I don't need D's on me, I'm already Feds
When the from the revolver spread
Duck, I don't discriminate, leave CEO's and artists

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

Live everyday like my last night, or X
When I got signed like Len Bias on night
(Yeah)

Street
(Yeah, yeah)

I see ya faggot ass schemin', you
Bitch you don't 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' me, wit they knives 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 pulled 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, that be a idea
Nigga, it's to clap ya but I'm more worried
Bout the groupie cops, who wanna put cuffs on a rappa

That's why I'm limpin' off wit a freak and a
Who got O.J. Simpson off in a week
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
make holes the size of peep holes, on apartment doors
My closet look like department stores and you why
Ya girl's comin' home, wit a sip for

'Cause I just dump the light Dutch, mash the
You won't believe how much ass I
Who else 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
Then the at the circus, that be swallowin' swords
hopin' that the Don fall off but my money's long enough
To keep shootin' ya until, ya arms fall off

I'm eatin', and I ain't to use someone's utinsels
And when you as me, you know that every bum is against 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 ass schemin', fuck you
Bitch you don't wanna 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 wanna swallow semen, fuck you
No you the way I'm street dreamin', fuck you
why I ridin', clappin', wit the .40 Cal screamin', fuck you