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, don't me, scoop and come get me
(Shit, I'll be in ten unless the Feds come hit me)
(I like lightening, thats what I was told)
we can't these niggas, keep it comin' in codes
(we had a deal on the table since ten old)
was on Readyrock records, LP gold
(we had 36 groups, but cooked up Nine)
28 groups, what they cooked was mines
Niggas wanna act fly, we to hit 'em up
(and we just sold y'all a 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, look (y'all can't
us)
'cause we'll shake the Feds, take ya bitch, money long, we got we
the shit
bullets the chrome, Feds tap my phone, look (y'all can't never hurt
us)

2: (Mr. Mr.)

I pass through more than congress in D.C.
stacks so thick you you see 'em in 3-D
if I'm outta I phone home like E.T.
a CE, try CL fever
move plenty coke, got more spots than
got heaters, scared to pop neither
shoot you, three, and him too
thats my procedure, fuck you do?
hustle for all C's, you even dig
chick, car, chips, cold ass
best man at that, I'm the rap Taye
Most Wanted keep it lethal Murtaugh and Briggs
a nice banana clip, split your wig
I'm a gangsta, you scared to ain't ya?
more weight on boats than ten anchors
Southwest like Hugh Hefner
I lied, and my bitch be out in one
cut coke open, give it a 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
I cock the glock and put two through his mink
you loose with your well, keep your vest tight
357 Mag in a Jag
don't talk me to death, you mothafuckas is just by
while I'm rich bitch, gettin' high
you ain't on my level, you admire skanks
while I'm at Secret photo shoots with Tyra Banks
and I'm not lyin', my advice is tryin'
I bust big shit that'll never firin'
catch me at the bar 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, tell you ain't never
Cris'
or bust a nigga with the
your bullshit.

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