Luyện nghe bài hát They Don't Want None

[Featuring: Shyne &

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

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

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

(They don't none)
Don't make a nigga pull Glocks in the
Spin that ghost around the block
(They don't none)
We got for days
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

Check it, what the blood
Nigga blood got and Lambo's parked outside the drug spot
Survived shots, you know that
bitch niggas died, they cried
Cause they had to pay for
Payers it, where the blow at?
I just won a hundred racks on blackjack and you know I'm 'bout to that
They don't make real niggas where you
Sick 45, I'm to finger fuck the trigga till them hollows come
shit? Swallow one
You move me
I disrespect niggas like in old Italian
I'm sayin', I live, you
I come in the restaurant with my shirt off and spit in your fuckin' sauce
Boss, my pocket's fatter than my nigga
Wipe milkatrone off my mouth with my Louis glove

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

(They don't none)
Don't make a nigga pull Glocks in the
Spin that black ghost 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
Cush by the ounces, on the mountains
(In a I'm)
We the fuck
Yo B, let 'em
Gang