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 the Feds come hit me)
(I like lightening, thats what I was told)
we can't trust these niggas, keep it comin' in
(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 sold 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, at my whole click, look (y'all can't never
us)
'cause we'll shake the Feds, take ya bitch, money long, we got we
appeal the
bullets from the chrome, Feds tap my phone, look (y'all never hurt
us)

2: (Mr. Mr.)

I pass through more than congress in D.C.
so thick you think you see 'em in 3-D
if I'm town I phone home like E.T.
a CE, try CL fever
move plenty coke, got more spots than
got heaters, scared to pop neither
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
best man at that, I'm the rap Diggs
Most keep it lethal like Murtaugh and Briggs
a nice banana clip, I'll your wig
I'm a gangsta, you scared to ain't ya?
carry more weight on boats ten anchors
Southwest playboy like Hefner
I lied, and my be out in one gesture
cut coke open, it a tongue tester
face get numb it's shit I'll bet ya
jump out the Coupe, by and wet ya.

3: (Boobonic)

Nosey ass niggas don't believe shit
'till I cock the glock and put two through his
you with your lip? well, keep your vest tight
357 Mag in a Jag
don't talk me to death, you mothafuckas is just by
while I'm bitch, just gettin' high
you ain't on my level, you still admire
while I'm at Vic's Secret photo shoots 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 champaigne glass straight up, could tell you ain't never
poured
or bust a nigga the Four-Fifth
stop bullshit.

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