Luyện nghe bài hát F You Too

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

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

I bring the drama back you lives, flatter 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 only

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

They ain't crazy, they just and confused, cross me
And they'll be talks of how they found the man on the news
I'ma career crook they used a mug shot from my picture
And my junior school yearbook

Paul Cain never shook
Yeah, I might talk to my but never police
You wanna converse it better be brief, you gotta say much
Show me the money and the speak

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

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

Live everyday like my last night, or X
When I got like 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 kinda
For the back stabbers, to be standin' behind me, wit they out
the Range, wit the fins drove in
I wasn't to see my foes, dressed in friends clothin'

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

So what, you wear a vest, why I care
If I aim for ya chest, that be a good
Nigga, it's nothing to clap ya but I'm worried
Bout the groupie cops, who wanna put they 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 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 compartment for a
That make holes the size of holes, on apartment doors
My closet look like department and you wonder why
Ya girl's home, wit a cigar sip for

'Cause I dump the light Dutch, mash the guts
You won't believe how ass I touch
Who else struts pass the sluts, and a wit so much
Ash and cuts, that it hangs much the nuts

That's why I get followed by wit deeper throats
Then the people at the circus, be swallowin' swords
Y'all hopin' that the Don fall off but my long enough
To keep shootin' ya bank until, ya fall off

I'm eatin', and I ain't to use someone's utinsels
And when you clean as me, you know that bum is against you
But please don't let someone you to test the kid
And get hit wit slugs as long, as a No. 2 Pencil,

I see ya faggot ass schemin', you
you don't 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 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