Luyện nghe bài hát They Don't Want None

[Featuring: & Pharrell]

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

(They want none)
Don't make a nigga pull in the shots
Spin 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 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, busy for the pussy
In the kitchen with the cook of blood yea, then you us
You hookers, y'all a bunch of Ashton Kutcher's
With the finger tag backs, you ain't that
Yo Game, I'm laughin' at these cop who shote us
Imagine that, you're mad a fuckin' life at
the only one there, I swear
Stuck the clut cryin'
I'm in Belize with Game when these shots fired in silence
motherfuckaz singin'
I've see the paperwork, you a fuckin' pigeon, no
Count to the ceilin'
Jackson shit, Vic, Vag, Vellin
Hopin' every they creepin'
County with me, I'm the best livin'

(They don't none)
make a nigga pull Glocks in the shots
Spin that black around the block
(They need none)
We got pills for
Give a 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 bringin' the
Yo B, let 'em
Gang uh

Check it, what the 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 hundred racks on blackjack and you know I'm 'bout to that
They make real niggas where you from
Sick 45, I'm to finger fuck the trigga till them hollows come
shit? Swallow one
You fuckin' 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 fatter than my nigga Ross
Wipe this milkatrone off my mouth with my glove

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

(They want 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 Spades by the
Cush by the ounces, mill on the
(In a I'm)
We the fuck
Yo B, let 'em
Money