Luyện nghe bài hát None Of Y'all Betta

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

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

I'm the one who prick your finger they give you the oath
I'm the one who made the hit when bring you the toast
Like and De-Niro 'cept they call me Paniro
Sad Styles still spin arrow, fuck it
Like the boss of New York, you how I feel
Kill a motherfucker 'cuz a corpse talk
(No doubt)
in the joint wit one in the head
If the bullets had legs have run in your head, bitch

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

get it poppin' my nigga
Load the tech up and go my nigga
And I don't mean the mall or no store
You what the fuck 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 grabbin' your kids out daycare
Somebody losin' a seed, pay or

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

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

Ayo the dopes and the rice, the and the pyrex
the stove and I'm bout to hit it with the ice
Runners love to the bomb
know no fair ones, now niggas'll jump they moms
You God the 12 Disciples
I pop up, all you see is and rifles
If I don't you, I'ma kill you not fight you
I a little piece of your ear off like Mike do

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

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

Ain't if y'all betta
Let you know, let you know all real
Ain't if y'all betta