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

f/ M.O.P.

My style's louder than a
Fouler than the snake when I kill these fuckin
show up at the burials
I mean to worry y'all, but I want y'all gone and
this M-16 is the only way to y'all
Here's my last proposition, I'm rap like crack
If I don't sell the most, I gotta the competition
Don't it personal
gotta go to jail and if I come back and have my cash
then I'm you
Got a business gun, wit industry
when it hit you motherfucker it be jerkin you
rings is so my 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
'cause I do the Don way
it's the Ghost, Goodfella like, fucking Jim Conway
no evidence
Fuck a dead man, when I can leave off the scene wit presidents
what, motherfucker,

[HOOK: and M.O.P.]
Don't you try to fuck wit M.O.P. and Styles
BUCKAH-BUCKAH-BU-BUCKA-BU-BUCKA-BUCKA-BLAOW!!!
This is for the hood and niggas that's
BUCKAH-BUCKAH-BU-BUCKA-BU-BUCKA-BUCKA-BLAOW!!!
If you 'bout to die or you the trial
BUCKAH-BUCKAH-BU-BUCKA-BU-BUCKA-BUCKA-BLAOW!!!
We're ass niggas that been flowin awhile
BUCKAH-BUCKAH-BU-BUCKA-BU-BUCKA-BUCKA-BLAOW!!!

[Billy
Ayo let's do it for the
Where alotta homicides at
Where killers ride at, and OG's at
It's rugged son, I love it son I see it day
Fuck that, find another way to play
so don't mistake me for no rap
old dude is from the old school
he abide by the old
and our pro-tools, is 38
The rate will inflate, and the murder rate is strong
How we get along
and you doing this underhanded faggot shit, you faggot
we gotta get you gone, one]
William Danze
All disloyal guys should be shot in they
once, and paralyzed [game over now]
You gon me how
what you thought would
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 I flow pa, it's a wrap
but your ass get beat wit a crowbar, it's a wrap
for real, we thug it
my palms, you see more chapters than L. Ron Hubbard
Huh, we done dealt more drugs than
made dope outta school principals and deans
now all fucked up, career finished
got they ass noddin in front of the clinics
We it all day, but it aint the Henny in me
It's that Brownsville shit wit a of trinny in me
All I need is a hammer, and a clip
I'll stomp, do whatever, state, borough, zip
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 give a fuck
'cause if you kill me, I got niggas that'll up your son
It's the world's gutterest
the Ghost, they thought of me when they invented the gun
To the truth I prefer the knife
'cause he physical
I go in your chest I show you how to murder
It's deep, kill your mother
and I don't if I die
'cause all that mean is that I join my little brother
dog, I had a life
and I'm in love the pain
in the game wit heroin and hard white
Back to the the way I squeeze off threes off
leave a hole in your stomach, take a knees off
Face gets splattered around, too many for the glock
fuck it dog, then I'm battin you
you ask me what's happenin now
This a rerun, niggas see P gun, I'm clappin you clowns, what

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