Luyện nghe bài hát None Of Y'all Betta

It's sorta like the Holy
So I'm
I say it's like three different you fuckin' fagots
Get shot different ways
Matter fact, make that six ways
Gun in hand bitch
None of y'all
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
Right now I'm to charter a jet
Fuck this hit the Panama Canal and get a connect
Step on your toes, mess with your hoes, shoot up mans
Come through the block to screw up your plans
'Cuz I still rob niggas for
Understand I'm the first one they when they gettin' the dope

I'm the one who prick your finger when they you the oath
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 that arrow, it
Like the boss of New York, you know how I
a motherfucker 'cuz a corpse don't talk
(No doubt)
Sixteen in the joint wit one in the
If the bullets had legs them run in your head, bitch

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

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

Let's get it my nigga
Load the up and go shoppin' my nigga
And I don't mean the mall or no Gucci
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 leavin' you
If it means grabbin' your kids out
losin' a seed, pay or bleed

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

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

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

Ayo the and the rice, the cokes and the pyrex
Over the and I'm bout to hit it with the ice
Runners to pump the bomb
They know no 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 like you, I'ma kill you not you
I bite a little piece of your ear off like do

And everybody gon' me now
Down eighth and an mahogany brown
want you to kill 'em in a hurry
It me up, like they ain't got no money to get buried
You could flip, survive m'kay, motherfucker
In my block doin twenty-five a day
Know you work out, and your back all nice
But the twelve gauge'll have 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 it's all real
Is it real? son!

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