Luyện nghe bài hát They Don't Want None

[Featuring: & Pharrell]

Far as dough, I'm stuffed with cash, popping like tags
Rappin' in Belize, Louis duffle bags
Guess who home, my Shyne
Straight out the brick to a brick house
flowin' like it's Chris Dale
Shine on it swiss styles, I'm as Kid Styles
My Clair Bomber perfect for the pit stop, it is now
You boys don't none, release on the blood Glock
They by, they go numb
plan no. 1 with the gang no. 2
Start track no. 3 to ypee MV
(Gots the chill) While I a mill to the ceiling
Ten outside, meeting gangstas in the building
One nigga can't stop motherfuckin' killin'
Hell on earth of repercussion, the blood is spelt on my
Cowboys and Indians, motherfuck the
my squad near every cat buildin'

(They don't none)
Don't make a nigga pull Glocks in the
that black ghost around the block
(They don't none)
We got pills for
a bitch chills and thrills for days
Know I
(Let 'em some)
Ace of by the fountains
by the ounces, mill on the mountains
(In a I'm)
We the fuck
Yo B, let 'em
Money uh

Fish out the cooker, busy for the pussy
In the kitchen with the of blood yea, then you rough us
You fuckin' hookers, y'all a bunch of Ashton
With the finger tag backs, you ain't jackin'
Yo Game, I'm laughin' at these cop who turned us
Imagine that, you're mad a fuckin' happen at
You's the only one there, I
Stuck the blood clut
I'm in Belize with Game when these shots fired in this
Y'all motherfuckaz
see the paperwork, you a fuckin' pigeon, no kisses
Count to the ceilin'
George shit, Vic, Vag, Vellin
Hopin' every cell they
County fuckin' with me, I'm the best

(They don't none)
Don't a nigga pull Glocks in the shots
Spin that ghost around the block
(They need none)
We got pills for
Give a chills and thrills for days
Know I
(Let 'em some)
Ace of Spades by the
by the ounces, mill on the mountains
(In a I'm)
We bringin' the
Yo B, let 'em
Money uh

it, what the blood clot?
Nigga blood got Ferrari's and Lambo's outside the drug spot
five shots, you know that
When bitch niggas died, they
they had to pay for that
Payers took it, where the at?
I just won a hundred racks on blackjack and you know I'm 'bout to that
They don't make real niggas you from
Sick 45, I'm 'bout to finger fuck the till them hollows come
Talk Swallow one
You fuckin' me
I disrespect niggas like in old movies
I'm sayin', I live, you
I come in the restaurant with my off and spit in your fuckin' spaghetti sauce
Boss, my pocket's fatter my nigga Ross
Wipe this milkatrone off my mouth with my Louis

I'm a felon
Bust your cerebellum, go and tell 'em

(They want none)
Don't a nigga pull Glocks in the shots
that black ghost around the block
(They need none)
We got for days
Give a bitch chills and for days
I mean?
(Let 'em some)
Ace of Spades by the
Cush by the ounces, on the mountains
(In a I'm)
We bringin' the
Yo B, let 'em
Money