Luyện nghe bài hát They Don't Want None

[Featuring: Shyne &

Far as dough, I'm stuffed with cash, popping like tags
in Belize, Louis Vuitton duffle bags
Guess who home, my Shyne
Straight out the brick house to a house
Money flowin' like Chris Dale
Shine on it swiss styles, I'm as Kid Styles
My Clair Bomber jacket for the pit stop, it is now
You boys don't want none, release on the blood
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 to the ceiling
Ten outside, meeting gangstas in the building
One nigga stop this motherfuckin' killin'
Hell on of repercussion, the blood is spelt on my children
and Indians, motherfuck the pilgrims
Infiltrate my squad near every cat

(They want none)
Don't make a nigga Glocks 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 Spades by the
by the ounces, mill on the mountains
(In a I'm)
We the fuck
Yo B, let 'em
Gang uh

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

(They don't none)
Don't make a nigga Glocks in the shots
Spin that black ghost around the
(They don't 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
Gang uh

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

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

(They want none)
Don't make a pull Glocks in the shots
Spin black ghost around the block
(They need none)
We got for days
Give a bitch chills and thrills for
Know I
(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
Gang