Luyện nghe bài hát They Don't Want None

[Featuring: & Pharrell]

Far as dough, I'm stuffed with cash, popping fuckle tags
Rappin' in Belize, Louis Vuitton duffle
Guess who home, my Shyne
Straight out the brick house to a house
Money like it's 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 none, release on the blood Glock
They here by, they go
Goin' plan no. 1 the gang no. 2
Start track no. 3 to ypee MV
(Gots the chill) While I stack a to the ceiling
Ten outside, meeting gangstas in the building
One nigga can't stop 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 don't none)
make a nigga pull Glocks in the shots
Spin that black ghost the block
(They don't none)
We got for days
Give a bitch 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

Fish out the cooker, bein' for the pussy
In the kitchen with the 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 jackin'
Yo Game, I'm laughin' at cop who turned shote us
Imagine that, you're mad a fuckin' happen at
You's the only one there, I
Stuck the clut cryin'
I'm in Belize with Game when shots fired in this silence
Y'all motherfuckaz
I've see the paperwork, you a pigeon, no kisses
clood to the ceilin'
George shit, Vic, Vag, Vellin
Hopin' every they creepin'
County fuckin' with me, I'm the best

(They don't none)
Don't make a nigga Glocks in the shots
Spin that ghost around the block
(They need none)
We got pills for
Give a bitch chills and thrills for
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
Money uh

Check it, what the clot?
Nigga blood got and Lambo's parked outside the drug spot
five shots, you know that
When bitch niggas died, they
they had to pay for that
Payers it, where the blow at?
I just won a hundred racks on blackjack and you I'm 'bout to blow that
They don't make real niggas where you
Sick 45, I'm 'bout to finger fuck the trigga them hollows come
shit? Swallow one
You move me
I niggas like in old Italian movies
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 this milkatrone off my mouth my Louis glove

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

(They don't none)
Don't make a pull Glocks in the shots
that black ghost around the block
(They need 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 bringin' the
Yo B, let 'em
Money