Luyện nghe bài hát Y'all Don't Wanna Fuck

f/ M.O.P.

My style's louder a stereo
Fouler than the snake when I kill these fuckin
then show up at the
I don't mean to worry y'all, but I want gone and
this M-16 is the way to hurry y'all
Here's my last proposition, I'm treatin rap like
If I don't sell the most, I gotta kill the
Don't it personal
gotta go to jail and if I come back and have my cash
I'm hurtin you
Got a gun, wit industry bullets
when it hit you guaranteed it be jerkin you
is so my contact will break up your man
I'm a gentleman, my a shake of a hand
I make it hard so, only God could up your man
I do things the Don way
it's Paniro the Ghost, Goodfella like, Jim Conway
leave no
Fuck a dead man, I can leave off the scene wit dead presidents
what, motherfucker,

Styles and M.O.P.]
Don't you ever try to fuck wit M.O.P. and
BUCKAH-BUCKAH-BU-BUCKA-BU-BUCKA-BUCKA-BLAOW!!!
This is for the hood and that's wild
BUCKAH-BUCKAH-BU-BUCKA-BU-BUCKA-BUCKA-BLAOW!!!
If you 'bout to die or you blowin the
BUCKAH-BUCKAH-BU-BUCKA-BU-BUCKA-BUCKA-BLAOW!!!
gangsta ass niggas that been flowin awhile
BUCKAH-BUCKAH-BU-BUCKA-BU-BUCKA-BUCKA-BLAOW!!!

[Billy
Ayo let's do it for the
Where there's alotta at
Where killers ride at, and OG's at
It's son, I love it son I see it every day
Fuck that, we'll another way to play
so don't me for no rap artist
missin old is from the old school
he by the old rules
and our pro-tools, is 38
The crime rate inflate, and the murder rate is strong
How could we get
and you doing this underhanded faggot shit, you faggot
we gotta get you gone, [chapter
Danze songs
All guys should be shot in they back
once, and paralyzed [game over now]
You gon me how
you thought would happen
when chained me to Fame and Styles
You ask in the hood it, all it can be is
L! M! O! O! X! P! motherfucker!

You keep thinkin when I pa, it's a wrap
but when your ass get wit a crowbar, it's a wrap
for real, we straight it
Read my palms, you see more chapters L. Ron Hubbard
Huh, we dealt more drugs than Genovese
made dope outta school principals and deans
now all fucked up, career finished
got ass noddin in front of the Methodon clinics
We it all day, but it aint the Henny in me
that Brownsville shit wit a splash of trinny in me
All I need is a hammer, and a clip
stomp, do whatever, state, borough, zip code
It's the M.O.P.! mashin through ghetto
heavy metal, [we ruff ryde] wit Paniro
Listen up, y'all respect the criminal shit of these OG's
poppin nigga

We can beef I don't give a
'cause if you kill me, I got that'll bend up your son
It's the most gutterest
Paniro the Ghost, they of me when they invented the gun
To tell the truth I prefer the
'cause he physical
I go in your chest I show you how to right
It's deep, kill your mother
and I don't if I die
'cause all that mean is that I gonna join my little
dog, I had a hard
and I'm in with the pain
Thug in the game wit and hard white
Back to the the way I squeeze off threes off
a hole in your stomach, take a nigga knees off
Face gets around, too many cops for the glock
fuck it dog, I'm battin you down
don't you ask me happenin now
This aint a rerun, niggas see P gun, I'm you clowns, what

YOU DON'T WANNA TOUCH
It's Paniro the Ghost, like fucking Jim Conway
YOU DON'T TOUCH THIS
It's Lil Fizzy wit that Brownsville shit and of trinny in me
YOU DON'T WANNA THIS
Bill, 38 long, the crime rate inflate and the murder rate is strong
YOU DON'T WANNA TOUCH