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
fact, make that six different ways
Gun in each bitch
of y'all betta
Ain't none of betta
If it is
squash 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 Canal and get a harder connect
Step on your toes, mess with hoes, shoot up your mans
Come through the block tryin' to screw up plans
I still rob niggas for coke
Understand I'm the first one they call when they gettin' the

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 Pacino and De-Niro they call me Paniro
Sad Styles spin that arrow, fuck 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 them run in your head, bitch

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

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

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

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

Ain't of y'all betta
What know 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
What y'all 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 and the pyrex
Over the stove and I'm 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 and rifles
If I like you, I'ma kill you not fight you
I bite a little piece of your ear off Mike do

And everybody gon' me now
Down eighth and an oozie mahogany
want you to kill 'em in a hurry
It fucks me up, like they got no money to get buried
You could flip, I'll m'kay, motherfucker
In my block still doin a day
you work out, chest and your back all nice
But the gauge'll have your six pack on ice, what?

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

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