Luyện nghe bài hát F You Too

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Make slugs a part of his
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
When I got signed like Len on draft night
(Yeah)

Street
(Yeah, yeah)

I see ya faggot ass schemin', you
Bitch you don't wanna swallow semen, you
No you the way I'm street 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 drove in
I wasn't shocked to see my foes, dressed in friends

But I pull through the sty, wit handguns
As big as the one, Robocop pulled his thigh
You prolly heard about the bullets I buy and how it look
I'm batteries, when the bullets shoot by

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

That's why I'm limpin' off wit a 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 buck and the windows go up on they own

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

'Cause I just dump the light Dutch, 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 the nuts

That's why I get followed by wit deeper throats
Then the 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 have to use someone's
And when you clean as me, you know that every bum is you
But don't let someone convince you to test 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 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 wanna swallow 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