Luyện nghe bài hát None Of Y'all Betta

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

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

I'm the one who your finger when 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 that arrow, it
Like the of New York, you know how I feel
Kill a motherfucker 'cuz a corpse talk
(No doubt)
Sixteen in the wit one in the head
If the had legs have them run in your head, bitch

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

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

Let's get it poppin' my
Load the tech up and go my nigga
And I don't mean the mall or no Gucci
You know the fuck I want, bricks of raw
And I'm too old to less than a hundred a year
If it means the hammer and leavin' you there
If it means grabbin' your out daycare
Somebody losin' a seed, pay or

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

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

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

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

And gon' follow me now
Down eighth and an mahogany brown
Faggots you to kill 'em in a hurry
It fucks me up, they ain't got no money to get buried
You flip, I'll survive m'kay, motherfucker
In my block still twenty-five a day
Know you out, chest and your back all nice
But the twelve gauge'll have your six pack on ice,

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

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