Luyện nghe bài hát They Don't Want None

[Featuring: Shyne &

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

(They want none)
make a nigga 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
I mean?
(Let 'em some)
Ace of Spades by the
Cush by the ounces, mill on the
(In a I'm)
We bringin' the
Yo B, let 'em
Gang uh

Fish out the cooker, bein' busy for the
In the kitchen with the of blood yea, then you rough us
You fuckin' hookers, a bunch of Ashton Kutcher's
With the finger tag backs, you jackin' that
Yo Game, I'm laughin' at cop who turned shote us
Imagine that, mad a fuckin' life happen at
You's the only one there, I
Stuck the blood cryin'
I'm in Belize with Game when shots fired in this silence
Y'all singin'
see the paperwork, you a fuckin' pigeon, no kisses
Count clood to the
Jackson shit, Vic, Vag, Vellin
Hopin' every they creepin'
fuckin' with me, I'm the best livin'

(They want none)
Don't make a nigga Glocks in the shots
that black ghost around the block
(They don't none)
We got pills for
Give a bitch chills and for days
Know I
(Let 'em some)
Ace of Spades by the
Cush by the ounces, mill on the
(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
Survived five shots, you know
When bitch niggas died, cried
they had to pay for that
Payers took it, the blow at?
I just won a hundred racks on blackjack and you know I'm to blow that
They don't make niggas where you from
Sick 45, I'm 'bout to finger fuck the trigga till them come
Talk shit? one
You fuckin' me
I disrespect like in old Italian movies
I'm sayin', I live, you
I come in the restaurant with my shirt off and spit in your spaghetti sauce
Boss, my pocket's fatter than my nigga
Wipe milkatrone off my mouth with my Louis glove

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

(They don't none)
make a nigga pull Glocks in the shots
Spin that black ghost around the
(They need none)
We got pills for
Give a bitch and thrills for days
I mean?
(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
Gang