Luyện nghe bài hát They Don't Want None

[Featuring: & Pharrell]

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

(They want none)
make a nigga pull Glocks in the shots
Spin that black around the block
(They don't none)
We got for days
Give a chills and thrills for days
I mean?
(Let 'em some)
Ace of by the fountains
Cush by the ounces, mill on the
(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 cook of blood yea, then you us
You fuckin' hookers, y'all a of Ashton Kutcher's
With the finger tag backs, you ain't that
Yo Game, I'm laughin' at cop who turned shote us
Imagine that, you're mad a fuckin' life at
You's the one there, I swear
Stuck the clut cryin'
I'm in Belize with Game when these shots fired in this
motherfuckaz singin'
I've see the paperwork, you a fuckin' pigeon, no
Count clood to the
Jackson shit, Vic, Vag, Vellin
Hopin' every cell they
County fuckin' me, I'm the best livin'

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

Check it, the blood clot?
Nigga blood got Ferrari's and Lambo's outside the drug spot
five shots, you know that
When bitch died, they cried
they 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 them hollows come
Talk Swallow one
You fuckin' me
I disrespect niggas like in old movies
I'm sayin', I live, you
I in the restaurant with my shirt 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 California
your cerebellum, skateboard go and tell 'em

(They don't none)
Don't make a nigga pull in the shots
Spin that black 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
Gang