Luyện nghe bài hát None Of Y'all Betta

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

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

I'm the one who prick your finger when they give you the
I'm the one who made the hit when they bring you the
Like and De-Niro 'cept they call me Paniro
Sad Styles still spin that arrow, it
Like the boss of New York, you know how I
Kill a '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 head, bitch

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

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

get it poppin' my nigga
Load the tech up and go my nigga
And I don't mean the mall or no store
You know 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
losin' a seed, pay or bleed

It's Louch, I ain't got no heart
I shoot broad daylight in front of the mark
I put 28 holes the icy car
around, like the God won't squeeze
If I don't see the 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
What y'all about
Put in my
On the
Ain't none if betta
But you know all real
Is it real? son!

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

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

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

Ain't of y'all betta
What y'all know
Put in my
On the
Ain't if y'all betta
But you know it's all
Is it real? son!

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