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 three ways
Matter fact, make that six ways
Gun in each hand
of y'all betta
Ain't of y'all betta
If it is
We'll squash you, A S A P, it

All I know, give me all my dough
Like Boston George comin' through with all my
Right now I'm tryin' to a jet
Fuck this hit the Panama and get a harder connect
Step on your toes, mess with your hoes, shoot up your
Come the block tryin' to screw up your plans
I still rob niggas for coke
Understand I'm the first one they call when 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 they call me Paniro
Sad Styles still that arrow, fuck it
Like the boss of New York, you know how I
Kill a motherfucker a corpse don't talk
(No doubt)
in the joint wit one in the head
If the had legs have them run in your head, bitch

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

none of y'all betta
What 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

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

It's Louch, I ain't got no heart
I shoot broad daylight right in of the mark
I put 28 through the icy car
around, like 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 drops
it's something for me to shoot your pops motherfucker, what

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

Ayo the and the rice, the cokes and the pyrex
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 the 12 Disciples
I pop up, all you see is and rifles
If I don't like you, kill you not fight you
I a little piece of your ear off like Mike do

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

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

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