Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Cha Friend

Yeah, thought that underground shit wouldn't gon' work in ya
Yeah, for the Ouijas of sin is
For the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus our Lord
Roman 6-23 nigga, read it and weep,

Hit a man up in my door, so I grab my 44
Now bustas on the floor, covered up by pillows, oh no
I'm lookin' for them trizicks tryin' to put a group up in they
I'm comin' up
I'm takin' no shots bustin' these off in these bitches
So why you wanna mess with
So why you wanna take off piece?

Fool, I'm bad to the bone, jone, chrome tech fatality
You'll be fled, I'll be glad when I you hit that grass
I ain't no mercy, goddamn it, I'm bustin' that ass
I'm havin' of flesh [unverified] like that roozer tech
mess in my head, if the constantly teachin' this evil shit
You hear laughin', who's that in the window gaspin'
Now if you feel me tell me whose creepin' for your head

This goes out to all of you
you crossers, includin' you bustas
This shit is so up, I can't even trust ya
lady is tried of you motherfuckers
I'm bumpin' so hard, like, oh my God
Boo is rippin' the mic all apart
If your ass wasn't so full of fart
Never would you have tasted me the start
I'm trying to you hoe, let me tell you bitch
You ain't my friend

Prophet member known as Boo
Had to tell your ass time and again
Ride with my click, bitch 6
Is all I need, plus my and the N I N E
To keep you hoes off of me
Come into my face with pimpin' ass shit
Watch you see this bitch get scandalous
You ass hoes I scratch off my list
I don't need you, don't want you

Friends like foes in these hoes, keep on talkin' that
Actin' like they bad as but they ain' really talkin' 'bout shit
Keep on this click and we gon' hurt one of you tricks
Put body in a ditch or dig a grave for that shit
Don't you ask who it, Crunchy Blac did it bitch
on talkin' all that noise and I'ma get big like big business

I have to tell these niggas time and again
Bitch, I ain't fuckin' friend
do your ass in

I have to tell these niggas time and time
Bitch, I ain't fuckin' friend
I'll do ass in

I have to tell these niggas time and time
Bitch, I ain't your fuckin'
I'll do ass in

I have to tell these time and time again
Bitch, I ain't your friend
I'll do ass in

Smiles can be deceivin' even if it's friends
And hoes that know we can't be Steven
Should not believe in, too late one of them slip, it's my
You already got my glock to the of your head
Prayers already said, done yourself dead
Your family and might be sayin' that I crossed you out

But nigga you was fake from the
So I had to you out, friend I'm no more, I kill all you foes
Step in my trunk and I it to a stroll back
The release and leave your chest with holes
All in the club that buck ass tube and pot
kind of hard, you can't beat us
And you join us 'cuz we ain't gonna stop if you don't stop

Some of the superior bends
From that of my mystical dreams of the many
Mighty, manipulative, mercilous, multiple
Sit in dangerous, hittin' and strippin' and critical injury
Misery, seriously witness to the
Tragedy, agony, infamy, agony mentality
my voodoo tribe
If you don't want to be fried, put on a disguise

Lord takn' no prisoners
the begging, pleading, and the cries
Your reservation a satanic nation
Has be
I can in your eyes and tell that there is fear
From the eternal burning of each of lies

of headlights, black clothes and limos
Another negro startin' to
From his casket the Scarecrow place a bloody black rose
Who knows that hate that goes closed doors
With corpses froze in six foot
Wicked throws, evil flows and of foes

I have to tell these niggas time and again
Bitch, I your fuckin' friend
do your ass in

I have to tell these time and time again
Bitch, I ain't your fuckin'
I'll do ass in

I have to tell these niggas time and again
Bitch, I ain't your friend
do your ass in

I have to tell these niggas time and time
Bitch, I ain't fuckin' friend
I'll do ass in

Yeah, I ain't ya friend
You do your ass in
Three 6 comin' at your ass for the 9-7 bitch
Yeah, watch back niggas
You know who you are
That brown would [unverified]