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 Vuitton duffle
Guess who home, my Shyne
Straight out the brick house to a house
Money flowin' like it's Dale
Shine on it swiss styles, I'm hood as Kid
My Clair Bomber perfect for the pit stop, it is now
You boys don't want none, on the blood Glock
They here by, go numb
Goin' no. 1 with the gang no. 2
Start no. 3 back to ypee MV
(Gots the chill) I stack a mill to the ceiling
Ten gangstas outside, meeting in the building
One nigga stop this motherfuckin' killin'
Hell on earth of repercussion, the blood is spelt on my
and Indians, motherfuck the pilgrims
Infiltrate my near every 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 Spades by the
by the ounces, mill on the mountains
(In a I'm)
We the fuck
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 hookers, y'all a bunch of Ashton Kutcher's
the finger tag backs, you ain't jackin' that
Yo Game, I'm laughin' at these cop who shote us
Imagine that, you're mad a fuckin' life at
the only one there, I swear
Stuck the blood clut
I'm in with Game when these shots fired in this silence
Y'all motherfuckaz
I've see the paperwork, you a fuckin' pigeon, no
Count to the ceilin'
Jackson shit, Vic, Vag, Vellin
Hopin' every they creepin'
County fuckin' with me, I'm the best

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

Check it, the blood clot?
Nigga blood got Ferrari's and Lambo's outside the drug spot
Survived shots, you know that
When bitch niggas died, cried
Cause they had to pay for
Payers took it, the blow at?
I just won a hundred racks on blackjack and you I'm 'bout to blow that
They don't make niggas where you from
45, I'm 'bout to finger fuck the trigga till them hollows come
Talk shit? 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 in your fuckin' spaghetti sauce
Boss, my pocket's than my nigga Ross
Wipe this milkatrone off my with my Louis glove

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

(They want none)
Don't make a nigga pull Glocks in the
Spin black 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 by the fountains
by the ounces, mill on the mountains
(In a I'm)
We bringin' the
Yo B, let 'em
Gang