Luyện nghe bài hát F You Too

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

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

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

If I talk 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 enemies of friends that like broken and bruised

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

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

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

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

Live everyday like my night, od'in 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
That's why I ridin', clappin', wit the .40 Cal screamin', you

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

But I still through 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 shoot by

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

That's why I'm limpin' off wit a and a lawyer
Who woulda got O.J. Simpson off in a
I could 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 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 light Dutch, the guts
You believe how much ass I touch
Who else struts pass the sluts, and a wit so much
Ash and cuts, that it hangs much pass the

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

I'm eatin', and I ain't have to use someone's
And when you clean as me, you that every bum is against 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 ass schemin', fuck you
you don't 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

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
That's why I ridin', clappin', wit the .40 Cal screamin', you