Luyện nghe bài hát They Don't Want None

[Featuring: & Pharrell]

Far as dough, I'm stuffed with cash, like fuckle tags
Rappin' in Belize, Louis duffle bags
Guess who home, my nigga
Straight out the brick house to a brick
flowin' like it's Chris Dale
Shine on it styles, I'm hood as Kid Styles
My Clair Bomber perfect for the pit stop, it is now
You boys don't want none, release on the Glock
They here by, they go
Goin' plan no. 1 the gang no. 2
Start no. 3 back to ypee MV
(Gots the chill) While I stack a to the ceiling
Ten gangstas outside, meeting in the building
One nigga can't stop this killin'
Hell on of repercussion, the blood is spelt on my children
Cowboys and Indians, the pilgrims
Infiltrate my squad near cat buildin'

(They don't none)
make a nigga pull Glocks 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 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, bein' for the pussy
In the kitchen the cook of blood yea, then you rough us
You fuckin' hookers, a bunch of Ashton Kutcher's
With the tag backs, you ain't jackin' that
Yo Game, I'm at these cop who turned shote us
Imagine that, you're mad a fuckin' life at
You's the only one there, I
Stuck the blood cryin'
I'm in Belize with when these shots fired in this silence
motherfuckaz singin'
I've see the paperwork, you a pigeon, no kisses
Count to the ceilin'
George shit, Vic, Vag, Vellin
every cell they creepin'
County fuckin' me, I'm the best livin'

(They want none)
Don't make a nigga pull in the shots
Spin that 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 by the fountains
Cush by the ounces, on the mountains
(In a I'm)
We bringin' the
Yo B, let 'em
Money uh

it, what the blood clot?
Nigga blood got Ferrari's and Lambo's parked outside the drug
Survived shots, you know that
When bitch niggas died, cried
they had to pay for that
Payers took it, the blow at?
I won a hundred racks on blackjack and you know I'm 'bout to blow that
They don't make real where you from
Sick 45, I'm to finger fuck the trigga till them hollows 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 my shirt off and spit in your fuckin' spaghetti sauce
Boss, my pocket's fatter than my nigga
Wipe this milkatrone off my mouth my Louis 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
that black ghost around the block
(They need none)
We got pills for
Give a bitch and thrills for days
I mean?
(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
Gang