Luyện nghe bài hát Y'all Can't Never Hurt Us

1: Mr. Mr. & (Boobonic)

Yo, I'm two of a brick, you two wit' me?
(I got two O's and I'm bringin' two wit' me)
Look, don't me, scoop and come get me
(Shit, be there in ten unless the Feds come hit me)
(I move lightening, thats what I was told)
we can't trust niggas, keep it comin' in codes
(we had a deal on the table since ten old)
was on Readyrock records, LP went
(we had 36 groups, but they up Nine)
managed 28 groups, what they was mines
Niggas wanna act fly, we to hit 'em up
(and we just sold a brick in code, so nigga what).

(Both)

Bullets from the chrome, Feds tap my phone, look (y'all never hurt
us)
fuck my bitch, shoot at my whole click, look (y'all can't never
us)
'cause we'll shake the Feds, ya bitch, money long, we got locked we
the shit
bullets from the chrome, Feds tap my phone, look (y'all can't never
us)

2: (Mr. Mr.)

I through more bills than congress in D.C.
so thick you think you see 'em in 3-D
if I'm outta town I phone home E.T.
drive a CE, try CL
move plenty coke, got spots than Cheetahs
got heaters, ain't scared to pop
shoot you, three, and him too
thats my procedure, you gon' do?
for all C's, you don't even dig
chick, car, chips, cold ass
man at that, I'm the rap Taye Diggs
Most keep it lethal like Murtaugh and Briggs
a nice banana clip, I'll your wig
I'm a gangsta, you to death ain't ya?
carry weight on boats than ten anchors
Southwest like Hugh Hefner
I lied, and my be out in one gesture
cut open, give it a tongue tester
face get numb it's good I'll bet ya
jump out the Coupe, by and wet ya.

3: (Boobonic)

Nosey ass niggas don't believe shit
'till I the glock and put two through his mink
you loose with lip? well, keep your vest tight
357 Mag in a Jag
talk me to death, you mothafuckas is just gettin' by
while I'm rich bitch, gettin' high
you ain't on my level, you still skanks
while I'm at Vic's Secret photo shoots with Banks
and I'm not lyin', my advice is stop
I bust big shit that'll stop firin'
me at the bar whether it's the clam, shark, or sky
I hate rat niggas start to lie
dog, you don't got
I never seen you in the nor with a bitch
you got your champaigne glass straight up, could tell you ain't
Cris'
or bust a nigga the Four-Fifth
your bullshit.

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