Luyện nghe bài hát They Don't Want None

[Featuring: & Pharrell]

Far as dough, I'm with cash, popping like fuckle tags
Rappin' in Belize, Vuitton duffle bags
Guess who home, my Shyne
Straight out the brick house to a brick
Money flowin' like Chris Dale
Shine on it styles, I'm hood as Kid Styles
My Clair Bomber jacket for the pit stop, it is now
You boys don't want none, release on the Glock
They here by, go numb
Goin' plan no. 1 with the no. 2
Start no. 3 back to ypee MV
(Gots the chill) While I a mill to the ceiling
Ten gangstas outside, meeting in the building
One nigga stop this motherfuckin' killin'
Hell on earth of repercussion, the blood is on my children
Cowboys and Indians, the pilgrims
Infiltrate my squad near every cat

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

Fish out the cooker, bein' 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 that
Yo Game, I'm laughin' at these cop who shote us
that, you're mad a fuckin' life happen at
You's the only one there, I
the blood clut cryin'
I'm in Belize with when these shots fired in this silence
Y'all motherfuckaz
see the paperwork, you a fuckin' pigeon, no kisses
Count to the ceilin'
Jackson shit, Vic, Vag, Vellin
Hopin' every cell creepin'
County fuckin' with me, I'm the best

(They want none)
Don't make a nigga pull in the shots
Spin that black ghost around the
(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
Cush by the ounces, mill on the
(In a I'm)
We bringin' the
Yo B, let 'em
Money uh

it, what the blood clot?
Nigga blood got and Lambo's parked outside the drug spot
five shots, you know that
When bitch niggas died, cried
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 blow
They don't make real where you from
Sick 45, I'm 'bout to finger fuck the trigga till hollows come
Talk shit? one
You move me
I niggas like in old Italian movies
I'm sayin', I live, you
I come in the restaurant my shirt off and spit in your fuckin' spaghetti sauce
Boss, my fatter than my nigga Ross
Wipe milkatrone off my mouth with my Louis glove

I'm a California
Bust cerebellum, skateboard go and tell 'em

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