Luyện nghe bài hát F You Too

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

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

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

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

ain't crazy, they just broke and confused, cross me
And they'll be talks of how 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 talk to my enemies but never police
You wanna converse it be brief, you ain't gotta say much
Show me the money and the cheddar'll

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

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

Live like my last night, od'in or X
When I got signed Len Bias on draft night
(Yeah)

Street
(Yeah, yeah)

I see ya faggot ass schemin', 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 pulled the 5 out, I expected
For the stabbers, to be standin' behind me, wit they knives out
the Range, wit the fins drove in
I shocked to see my foes, dressed in friends clothin'

But I pull through the sty, wit handguns
As big as the one, Robocop pulled from his
You heard about the bullets I buy and how it look like
I'm throwin' batteries, when the bullets 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
the groupie cops, who wanna 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 show you how to blow up on ya own in a
That'll hit a and make the windows go up on they own

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

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

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

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

I see ya ass schemin', fuck you
Bitch you don't 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

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