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 hoes me)
Look, don't me, scoop and come get me
(Shit, I'll be in ten unless the Feds come hit me)
(I move like lightening, what I was told)
we can't these niggas, keep it comin' in codes
(we had a deal on the since ten years old)
was on Readyrock records, LP gold
(we had 36 groups, but cooked up Nine)
28 groups, what they cooked was mines
Niggas act fly, we forced to hit 'em up
(and we just y'all a brick in code, so nigga what).

(Both)

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

2: (Mr. Mr.)

I pass more bills than congress in D.C.
so thick you think you see 'em in 3-D
if I'm outta town I home like E.T.
drive a CE, try CL
plenty coke, got more spots than Cheetahs
got heaters, scared to pop neither
shoot you, three, and him too
thats my procedure, fuck you do?
for all C's, you don't even dig
chick, car, chips, ass crib
best man at that, I'm the rap Diggs
Most Wanted keep it lethal like Murtaugh and
a nice banana clip, I'll your wig
I'm a gangsta, you scared to ain't ya?
carry more weight on than ten anchors
Southwest playboy like Hugh
I lied, and my bitch be out in one
cut coke open, it a tongue tester
get numb it's good shit I'll bet ya
jump out the Coupe, by and wet ya.

3: (Boobonic)

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

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