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
Money flowin' like it's Dale
Shine on it styles, I'm hood as Kid Styles
My Clair Bomber jacket for the pit stop, it is now
You boys don't want none, on the blood Glock
They here by, go numb
Goin' plan no. 1 the gang no. 2
Start track no. 3 to ypee MV
(Gots the chill) I stack a mill to the ceiling
Ten gangstas outside, gangstas in the building
One nigga can't stop motherfuckin' killin'
Hell on earth of repercussion, the is spelt on my children
and Indians, motherfuck the pilgrims
Infiltrate my squad near every cat

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

Fish out the cooker, bein' busy for the
In the kitchen with the cook of yea, then you rough us
You fuckin' hookers, y'all a bunch of Ashton
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 life happen at
the only one there, I swear
Stuck the blood clut
I'm in Belize with Game when these fired in this silence
Y'all motherfuckaz
see the paperwork, you a fuckin' pigeon, no kisses
Count to the ceilin'
Jackson shit, Vic, Vag, Vellin
Hopin' every they creepin'
County fuckin' with me, I'm the best

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

Check it, the blood clot?
Nigga blood got Ferrari's and Lambo's parked outside the spot
Survived shots, you know that
When bitch niggas died, cried
Cause had to pay for that
Payers took it, 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
Sick 45, I'm to finger fuck the trigga till them hollows come
shit? Swallow one
You move 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 fuckin' spaghetti
Boss, my fatter than my nigga Ross
Wipe this off my mouth with my Louis glove

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

(They want none)
Don't make a pull Glocks 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 the fuck
Yo B, let 'em
Money