Luyện nghe bài hát F You Too

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

I know these niggaz hoped I wouldn't it, fuck you
Your hatred only made me cake 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 you lives, flatter your wiz
Reload and then point the Mag at kids
So what I sound remorse, the records I still guns on me
But the now is only Deserts

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

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

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

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

Make a part of his head
Vanish then pop up in a SL nickel, scarlet red
Fuck you I'm get my cash right
All my niggaz flip and blast 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 ass schemin', fuck you
Bitch you don't swallow 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

When I the 5 out, I kinda expected
For the stabbers, to be standin' behind me, wit they knives out
Then the Range, wit the fins in
I wasn't shocked to see my foes, in friends clothin'

But I still pull through the sty, wit
As big as the one, pulled from his thigh
You prolly about the bullets I buy and how it look like
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, nothing to clap ya but I'm more worried
the groupie cops, who wanna put they cuffs on a rappa

That's why I'm off wit a freak and a lawyer
Who woulda got O.J. off in a week
I could show you how to up on ya own in a Benz
That'll hit a buck and the windows go up on they own

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

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

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

I'm eatin', and I ain't to use someone's utinsels
And you clean 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 slugs as long, as a No. 2 Pencil,

I see ya faggot ass schemin', 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

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