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 three different ways
fact, make that six different ways
Gun in each bitch
None of betta
none of y'all betta
If it is
We'll squash you, A S A P, it

All I know, niggas give me all my
Like George comin' through with all my blow
Right now I'm tryin' to a jet
Fuck this hit the Canal and get a harder connect
Step on your toes, with your hoes, shoot up your mans
Come through the block to screw up your plans
I still rob niggas for coke
Understand I'm the one they call when they gettin' the dope

I'm the one who prick your when they give you the oath
I'm the one who made the hit when they you the toast
Pacino and De-Niro 'cept they call me Paniro
Sad Styles still that arrow, fuck it
Like the of New York, you know how I feel
Kill a motherfucker a corpse don't talk
(No doubt)
in the joint 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 know
Put in my
On the
none if y'all betta
But you it's all real
Is it real? son!

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

Let's get it my nigga
Load the tech up and go shoppin' my
And I mean the mall or no Gucci store
You know what the fuck I want, of raw
And I'm too old to less than a hundred a year
If it means wavin' the and leavin' you there
If it means grabbin' your out daycare
Somebody a seed, pay or bleed

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

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

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

And gon' follow me now
Down eighth and an mahogany brown
want you to kill 'em in a hurry
It fucks me up, like they got no money to get buried
You flip, I'll 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?

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