Luyện nghe bài hát F You Too

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

I know these niggaz hoped I make it, fuck you
Your hatred only made me wanna cake ya, you
Wherever I see you nigga buck you
And put a hole in your that's big enough to drive 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 gonna be reckless, I'm ready to die
So when I apply pressure, gon' respect it
guns to rob niggaz, I told 'em to use
And leave enemies of friends that like and bruised

They crazy, they just broke and confused, cross me
And they'll be of how they found the man smoked on the news
I'ma career crook they a mug shot from my graduation picture
And my junior high yearbook

Paul never appear shook
Yeah, I might to my enemies 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 involvin' bread, I with it
I don't D's on me, I'm already dodgin' Feds
When the from the revolver spread
Duck, I don't discriminate, 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, to the fast life

Live everyday 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 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 the 5 out, I kinda expected
For the back stabbers, to be standin' 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 still pull through the sty, wit
As big as the one, Robocop pulled from his
You prolly heard about the I buy and how it look like
I'm batteries, when the bullets shoot by

So what, you wear a vest, why I care
If I aim for ya chest, be a good idea
Nigga, it's nothing to ya but I'm more worried
Bout the cops, who wanna put they cuffs on a rappa

That's why I'm off wit a freak and a lawyer
Who got O.J. Simpson off in a week
I show you how to blow up on ya own in a Benz
That'll hit a and make 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 closet look like department and you wonder why
Ya comin' home, wit a cigar sip for

'Cause I just dump the Dutch, mash the guts
You won't believe how much ass I
Who struts 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 swallowin'
Y'all hopin' that the Don fall off but my long enough
To keep ya bank until, ya arms fall off

I'm eatin', and I ain't have to use someone's
And when you 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 as long, as a No. 2 Pencil, fucka

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

I see ya ass schemin', fuck you
Bitch you don't 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