Luyện nghe bài hát F You Too

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

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

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

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

They crazy, they just broke and confused, cross me
And be talks of how they found 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 police
You wanna converse it better be brief, you gotta say much
me the money and the cheddar'll speak

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

Make slugs a of his head
Vanish then pop up in a SL 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 signed like Len Bias on night
(Yeah)

Street
(Yeah, yeah)

I see ya faggot ass schemin', you
Bitch you wanna swallow semen, fuck 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 pulled the 5 out, I kinda
For the back stabbers, to be standin' behind me, wit they out
the Range, wit the fins drove 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 pulled from his
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 would I
If I aim for ya chest, that be a good
Nigga, it's nothing to clap ya but I'm worried
Bout the groupie cops, who wanna put they 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 go up on they 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 girl's home, wit a cigar sip for

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

That's why I get followed by broads wit throats
Then the people at the circus, that be swords
Y'all hopin' that the Don fall off but my long enough
To keep 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 that every bum is you
But please don't let 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 wanna 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

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