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 these fuckin rappers
show up at the burials
I don't mean to worry y'all, but I want gone and
this M-16 is the only way to hurry
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 back and don't have my cash
I'm hurtin you
Got a business gun, wit bullets
it hit you motherfucker guaranteed it be jerkin you
rings is so my contact will break up man
I'm a gentleman, my contract's a shake of a
I make it so, only God could wake up your man
I do things the Don way
it's Paniro the Ghost, Goodfella like, Jim Conway
no evidence
Fuck a man, when I can leave off the scene wit dead presidents
what, motherfucker,

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

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

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

We can beef I give a fuck
'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 the knife
'cause he nigga
I go in your chest I you how to murder right
It's deep, I'ma your mother
and I care if I die
'cause all that mean is that I gonna join my little
dog, I had a hard
and I'm in love the pain
Thug in the game wit heroin and hard
to the guns the way I squeeze off threes off
leave a hole in stomach, take a nigga knees off
Face splattered around, too many cops for the glock
it dog, then I'm battin you down
don't you ask me what's now
aint a rerun, niggas see P gun, I'm clappin you clowns, what

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