Luyện nghe bài hát They Don't Want None

[Featuring: & Pharrell]

Far as dough, I'm stuffed with cash, popping like fuckle
Rappin' in Belize, Louis duffle bags
who home, my nigga Shyne
Straight out the brick to a brick house
Money flowin' like it's Chris
on it swiss styles, I'm hood as Kid Styles
My Bomber jacket perfect for the pit stop, it is now
You boys don't none, release on the blood Glock
They here by, go numb
Goin' 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, gangstas in the building
One can't stop this motherfuckin' killin'
Hell on earth of repercussion, the is spelt on my children
Cowboys and Indians, motherfuck the
Infiltrate my squad near cat buildin'

(They want none)
Don't make a pull Glocks in the shots
Spin that black ghost the block
(They need none)
We got pills for
Give a bitch chills and thrills for
I mean?
(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

Fish out the cooker, busy for the pussy
In the kitchen the cook of blood yea, then you rough us
You fuckin' hookers, y'all a bunch of Kutcher's
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 one there, I swear
Stuck the blood cryin'
I'm in Belize with Game when these shots fired in this
Y'all motherfuckaz
see the paperwork, you a fuckin' pigeon, no kisses
Count clood to the
George shit, Vic, Vag, Vellin
Hopin' cell they creepin'
County fuckin' with me, I'm the livin'

(They want none)
Don't make a pull Glocks in the shots
Spin black 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 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 shots, you know that
When bitch niggas died, cried
Cause had to pay for that
took it, where the blow at?
I just won a hundred on blackjack and you know I'm 'bout to blow that
They don't make real where you from
Sick 45, I'm 'bout to finger fuck the trigga till them come
Talk shit? one
You move me
I disrespect niggas like in old movies
I'm sayin', I live, you
I come in the restaurant with my off and spit in your fuckin' spaghetti 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 don't none)
Don't make a nigga pull Glocks in the
Spin that ghost around the block
(They need none)
We got for days
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