Luyện nghe bài hát F You Too

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

I know these niggaz I wouldn't make it, fuck you
Your hatred only made me 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 bring the drama back where you lives, your wiz
Reload and point the Mag at your kids
So what I sound remorse, the I still peep guns on me
But the difference now is Deserts

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

ain't 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 picture
And my junior high yearbook

Paul Cain never appear
Yeah, I might talk to my but never police
You wanna converse it better be brief, you ain't gotta say
Show me the money and the 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 shots from the revolver
Duck, I don't discriminate, CEO's and artists dead

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

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 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

When I pulled the 5 out, I kinda
For the stabbers, to be standin' behind me, wit they knives out
Then the Range, wit the drove in
I shocked to see my foes, dressed in friends clothin'

But I still pull the sty, wit handguns
As big as the one, pulled from his thigh
You prolly heard the bullets I buy and how it look like
I'm throwin' batteries, the bullets shoot by

So what, you a vest, why would I care
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 limpin' off wit a freak and a
Who got O.J. Simpson off in a week
I could show you how to up on ya own in a Benz
That'll hit a buck and make the windows go up on own

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

'Cause I just dump the light Dutch, mash the
You won't believe how much ass I
Who else pass the sluts, and a chain wit so much
Ash and cuts, it hangs much 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 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 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 faggot ass schemin', 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 semen, fuck you
No you the way I'm street dreamin', fuck you
why I ridin', clappin', wit the .40 Cal screamin', fuck you