Luyện nghe bài hát F You Too

Yeah, Storm niggaz, Cain
Ghetto, I got niggaz 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 me wanna cake ya, fuck you
I see you nigga I'ma buck you
And put a hole in your chest that's big enough to a truck through

I the drama back 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 difference now is only

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

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

Paul Cain never shook
Yeah, I might talk to my enemies but police
You wanna converse it better be brief, you ain't gotta say
me the money and the cheddar'll speak

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

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

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

Street
(Yeah, yeah)

I see ya faggot ass schemin', you
Bitch you 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

When I pulled the 5 out, I kinda
For the back stabbers, to be behind me, wit they knives out
Then the Range, wit the drove in
I wasn't shocked to see my foes, dressed in friends

But I pull through the sty, wit handguns
As big as the one, Robocop pulled his thigh
You prolly heard the bullets I buy and how it look like
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, it's to clap ya but I'm more worried
Bout the groupie cops, who 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
hit a buck and make the windows go up on they own

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

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

why I get followed by broads 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 bank until, ya fall off

I'm eatin', and I ain't 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 slugs as long, as a No. 2 Pencil,

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
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