Luyện nghe bài hát F You Too

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

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

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

If I talk it's be reckless, I'm ready to die
So when I apply pressure, niggaz gon' it
Tote to rob niggaz, I told 'em to use
And leave enemies of 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 smoked on the
I'ma crook they used a mug shot from my graduation picture
And my junior high yearbook

Paul Cain never appear
Yeah, I talk to my enemies but never police
You converse it better be brief, you ain't gotta say much
Show me the money and the speak

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

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

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

Street
(Yeah, yeah)

I see ya ass schemin', fuck you
you don't wanna 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 pulled the 5 out, I expected
For the back stabbers, to be standin' behind me, wit they out
Then the Range, wit the drove in
I wasn't shocked to see my foes, dressed in friends

But I still pull the sty, wit handguns
As big as the one, Robocop pulled from his
You prolly heard about the I buy and how it look like
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 good
Nigga, nothing to clap ya but I'm more worried
Bout the groupie cops, who wanna put they 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 show you how to blow 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 the size of peep holes, on apartment doors
My closet 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 much ass I
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 by broads wit deeper throats
the people at the circus, that be swallowin' swords
Y'all hopin' that the Don fall off but my money's 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 that every bum is against you
But don't let someone 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 don't wanna semen, fuck you
No you hate the way I'm 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 swallow semen, you
No you hate the way I'm dreamin', fuck you
why I ridin', clappin', wit the .40 Cal screamin', fuck you