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 bags
Guess who home, my Shyne
Straight out the house to a brick house
Money flowin' like it's Chris
Shine on it swiss styles, I'm hood as Kid
My Clair Bomber jacket for the pit stop, it is now
You don't want none, release on the blood Glock
here by, they go numb
Goin' no. 1 with the gang no. 2
Start no. 3 back to ypee MV
(Gots the chill) While I a mill to the ceiling
Ten outside, meeting gangstas in the building
One nigga can't stop motherfuckin' killin'
on earth of repercussion, the blood is spelt on my children
Cowboys and Indians, the pilgrims
Infiltrate my squad near every cat

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

Fish out the cooker, bein' busy for the
In the kitchen the cook of blood yea, then you rough us
You fuckin' hookers, y'all a of Ashton Kutcher's
the finger tag backs, you ain't jackin' that
Yo Game, I'm laughin' at these cop who turned us
Imagine that, mad a fuckin' life happen at
You's the only one there, I
the blood clut cryin'
I'm in Belize with Game when shots fired in this silence
motherfuckaz singin'
I've see the paperwork, you a pigeon, no kisses
Count to the ceilin'
Jackson shit, Vic, Vag, Vellin
Hopin' every cell creepin'
fuckin' with me, I'm the best livin'

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

Check it, what the clot?
Nigga blood got Ferrari's and parked outside the drug spot
Survived five shots, you know
When bitch niggas died, they
Cause had to pay for that
took it, where the blow at?
I just won a hundred racks on and you know I'm 'bout to blow that
They don't make real niggas you from
45, I'm 'bout to finger fuck the trigga till them hollows come
Talk Swallow one
You fuckin' me
I disrespect niggas like in old 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 than my nigga Ross
this milkatrone off my mouth with my Louis glove

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

(They don't none)
Don't a nigga pull Glocks in the shots
Spin black ghost 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
by the ounces, mill on the mountains
(In a I'm)
We the fuck
Yo B, let 'em
Money