Luyện nghe bài hát F You Too

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

I know niggaz hoped I wouldn't make it, fuck you
Your only made me wanna cake ya, fuck 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 drama where you lives, flatter your wiz
Reload and point the Mag at your kids
So what I sound remorse, the records I peep guns on me
But the difference now is only

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

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

Paul Cain never appear
Yeah, I might talk to my enemies but never
You wanna it better be brief, you ain't gotta say much
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 from the revolver spread
Duck, I don't discriminate, leave and artists dead

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

Live like my last night, od'in or X
When I got signed like Len Bias on draft
(Yeah)

Street
(Yeah, yeah)

I see ya ass schemin', fuck 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 pulled the 5 out, I expected
For the back stabbers, to be behind me, wit they knives out
Then the Range, wit the drove in
I wasn't shocked to see my foes, 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 wear a vest, why 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 cuffs on a

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

Wit a box compartment for a handgun
That holes the size of peep holes, on apartment doors
My look 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, 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 money's enough
To shootin' ya bank until, ya arms fall off

I'm eatin', and I have 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 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
That's why I ridin', clappin', wit the .40 Cal screamin', you

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