Luyện nghe bài hát F You Too

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

I know niggaz hoped I wouldn't make it, fuck you
Your only made me wanna cake ya, fuck you
I see you nigga 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 kids
So what I remorse, the records I still peep guns on me
But the now is only 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 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 the man smoked on the news
I'ma career crook they used a mug shot from my graduation
And my high school yearbook

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

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

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

Live everyday my last night, od'in or X
When I got signed 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 the way I'm street dreamin', fuck you
why I ridin', clappin', wit the .40 Cal screamin', fuck you

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

But I still through 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, the bullets shoot by

So what, you wear a vest, why would I
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 wanna put cuffs on a rappa

why I'm limpin' off wit a freak and a lawyer
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 stash box compartment for a
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 the light Dutch, mash the guts
You won't believe how ass I touch
Who struts pass the sluts, and a chain wit so much
Ash and cuts, that it hangs much pass the

That's why I get followed by broads wit deeper
Then the people at the circus, that be swords
Y'all that the Don fall off but my money's long enough
To shootin' 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 bum is against you
But please don't let someone convince you to the kid
And get hit wit as long, as a No. 2 Pencil, fucka

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 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