Luyện nghe bài hát None Of Y'all Betta

It's like the Holy Trinity
So I'm
I say it's three different guns you fuckin' fagots
Get shot three ways
Matter fact, make six different ways
Gun in hand bitch
of y'all betta
Ain't none of betta
If it is
squash you, A S A P, feel it

All I know, give me all my dough
Boston George comin' through with all my blow
Right now I'm tryin' to a jet
Fuck hit the Panama Canal and get a harder connect
Step on your toes, mess with hoes, shoot up your mans
Come through the block to screw up your plans
'Cuz I still rob niggas for
Understand I'm the first one they call when they the dope

I'm the one who prick your finger when give you the oath
I'm the one who made the hit when bring you the toast
Like Pacino and De-Niro 'cept they me Paniro
Sad Styles still spin arrow, fuck it
Like the of New York, you know how I feel
a motherfucker 'cuz a corpse don't talk
(No doubt)
Sixteen in the wit one in the head
If the bullets had legs have them run in your head,

Ain't none of betta
y'all know about
Put in my
On the
none if y'all betta
But you it's all real
Is it real? son!

Ain't none of y'all
What y'all know
Put in my
On the
none of y'all betta
Bet you it's all real
Is it real? son!
Ain't none of betta

Let's get it my nigga
Load the up and go shoppin' my nigga
And I don't mean the or no Gucci store
You know what the I want, bricks of raw
And I'm too old to make less than a hundred a
If it wavin' the hammer and leavin' you there
If it means grabbin' kids out daycare
Somebody a seed, pay or bleed

It's Sheek Louch, I got no heart
I shoot daylight right in front of the mark
I put 28 through the icy car
around, like the God won't squeeze
If I see the badge I'm clappin' the D's
Lox motherfucker, the ox
The why you shouldn't cop drops motherfucker
Like it's something for me to your pops motherfucker, what

Ain't none of y'all
What y'all know
Put in my
On the
Ain't none if y'all
But you know it's all
Is it Yeah son!

none of y'all betta
What y'all know
Put in my
On the
none of y'all betta
Bet you know it's all
Is it Yeah son!
Ain't none of betta

Ayo the and the rice, the cokes and the pyrex
Over the and I'm bout to hit it with the ice
love to pump the bomb
They no fair ones, now niggas'll jump they moms
You God minus the 12
I pop up, all you see is and rifles
If I don't like you, I'ma you not fight you
I bite a little piece of ear off like Mike do

And everybody gon' me now
eighth and an oozie mahogany brown
Faggots want you to kill 'em in a
It fucks me up, they ain't got no money to get buried
You could flip, I'll m'kay, motherfucker
In my block doin twenty-five a day
Know you work out, and your back all nice
But the twelve gauge'll your six pack on ice, what?

none of y'all betta
What y'all about
Put in my
On the
Ain't none if y'all
But you it's all real
Is it Yeah son!

Ain't if y'all betta
Let you know, let you know it's all
Ain't none if y'all