Luyện nghe bài hát None Of Y'all Betta

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

All I know, niggas give me all my
Like Boston comin' through with all my blow
now I'm tryin' to charter a jet
Fuck this hit the Panama Canal and get a harder
Step on your toes, mess with hoes, shoot up your mans
through the block tryin' to screw up your plans
'Cuz I still rob niggas for
I'm the first one they call 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 they bring you the toast
Like Pacino and De-Niro 'cept call me Paniro
Sad Styles still spin arrow, fuck it
Like the boss of New York, you know how I
Kill a motherfucker 'cuz a corpse talk
(No doubt)
Sixteen in the joint wit one in the
If the bullets had legs them run in your head, bitch

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

Let's get it my nigga
Load the up and go shoppin' my nigga
And I mean the mall or no Gucci store
You know what the fuck I want, of raw
And I'm too old to make less than a hundred a
If it means wavin' the hammer and 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 broad daylight in front of the mark
I put 28 through the icy car
Fuck around, the God won't squeeze
If I don't see the badge I'm the D's
Lox motherfucker, the ox
The reason why you shouldn't cop motherfucker
Like it's something for me to shoot your pops motherfucker,

Ain't of y'all betta
y'all know about
Put in my
On the
Ain't none if betta
But you know 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!
Ain't none of betta

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
know 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 like you, I'ma kill you not fight you
I bite a little piece of your ear off like do

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

none 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 real? son!

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