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

1: Mr. Mr. & (Boobonic)

Yo, I'm two short of a brick, you two me?
(I got two O's and I'm bringin' two hoes me)
Look, bullshit me, scoop and come get me
(Shit, I'll be there in ten unless the come hit me)
(I like lightening, thats what I was told)
we trust these niggas, keep it comin' in codes
(we had a deal on the table ten years old)
was on Readyrock records, LP gold
(we had 36 groups, but cooked up Nine)
managed 28 groups, they cooked was mines
wanna act fly, we forced to hit 'em up
(and we just y'all a brick in code, so nigga what).

(Both)

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

2: (Mr. Mr.)

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

3: (Boobonic)

Nosey ass niggas don't believe shit
'till I the glock and put two through his mink
you with your 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 admire skanks
I'm at Vic's Secret photo shoots with Tyra Banks
and I'm not lyin', my is stop tryin'
I bust big shit that'll never stop
catch me at the bar 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 with a
you got your champaigne glass straight up, could tell you ain't
poured
or bust a nigga with the
stop bullshit.

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