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 I'ma 'em what that means
(Yeah)

I these niggaz hoped I wouldn't make it, fuck you
Your hatred made me wanna cake ya, fuck you
Wherever I see you nigga 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 what I sound remorse, the records I still peep on me
But the now is only Deserts

If I it's gonna be reckless, I'm ready 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 broken and bruised

They crazy, they just broke and confused, cross me
And they'll be talks of how they found the man smoked on the
I'ma crook they used a mug shot from my graduation picture
And my junior high school

Paul Cain never shook
Yeah, I might talk to my enemies but police
You wanna converse it better be brief, you gotta say much
Show me the money and the cheddar'll

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

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

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 faggot ass schemin', you
Bitch you don't wanna swallow semen, 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 kinda
For the back stabbers, to be standin' behind me, wit 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, Robocop from his thigh
You prolly heard about the bullets I buy and how it look
I'm throwin' batteries, when the bullets by

So what, you wear a vest, why I care
If I aim for ya chest, that be a idea
Nigga, nothing to clap ya but I'm more worried
Bout the groupie cops, who wanna put they cuffs on a

That's why I'm off wit a freak 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 for a handgun
That make holes the size of holes, on apartment doors
My closet look like stores and you wonder why
Ya comin' home, wit a cigar sip for

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

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

I'm eatin', and I ain't to use someone's utinsels
And when you clean as me, you know that every bum is 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
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

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