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 show 'em that means
(Yeah)

I know niggaz 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 big enough to drive a truck through

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

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

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

Cain never appear shook
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 cheddar'll

If it ain't bread, I ain't 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, leave and artists dead

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

everyday 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
you don't 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

When I the 5 out, I kinda expected
For the back stabbers, to be standin' behind me, wit knives out
Then the Range, wit the fins in
I wasn't shocked to see my foes, dressed in clothin'

But I still pull the sty, wit handguns
As big as the one, Robocop from his thigh
You prolly heard the bullets 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, that be a idea
Nigga, nothing to clap ya but I'm more worried
Bout the groupie cops, who wanna put they cuffs on a

That's why I'm 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 box compartment for a handgun
That make holes the size of peep holes, on apartment
My closet like department stores and you wonder why
Ya comin' home, wit a cigar sip for

'Cause I 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 much the nuts

That's why I get followed by broads wit deeper
Then the people at the circus, that be swords
Y'all hopin' that the Don fall off but my money's long
To keep shootin' ya bank until, ya arms 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 please 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 wanna swallow 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 faggot ass schemin', 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