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 bullshit me, 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 trust these niggas, keep it comin' in
(we had a deal on the since ten years old)
was on records, LP went gold
(we had 36 groups, but they up Nine)
managed 28 groups, they cooked was mines
Niggas act fly, we forced to hit 'em up
(and we just sold y'all a brick in code, so what).

(Both)

Bullets from the chrome, Feds tap my phone, (y'all can't never hurt
us)
you'll my bitch, shoot 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
the shit
bullets from the chrome, Feds tap my phone, look (y'all can't never
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 town I phone home E.T.
drive a CE, try CL
move plenty coke, got more spots Cheetahs
got heaters, scared to pop neither
you, them three, and him too
thats my procedure, you gon' do?
for all C's, you don't even dig
chick, car, chips, cold ass
best man at that, I'm the rap Taye
Most Wanted keep it lethal like Murtaugh and
a nice banana clip, I'll split wig
I'm a gangsta, you scared to death ya?
carry weight on boats than ten anchors
Southwest playboy like Hefner
I lied, and my be out in one gesture
cut coke open, give it a tongue
face get numb it's good I'll bet ya
jump out the Coupe, by and wet ya.

3: (Boobonic)

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

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