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

f/ M.O.P.

My louder than a stereo
Fouler than the snake when I kill these rappers
then show up at the
I don't mean to worry y'all, but I y'all gone and
this M-16 is the only way to hurry
my last proposition, I'm treatin rap like crack
If I don't the most, I gotta kill the competition
Don't it personal
go to jail and if I come back and don't 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 so, only God could wake up your man
'cause I do the Don way
it's Paniro the Ghost, Goodfella like, fucking Jim
no evidence
Fuck a dead man, when I can leave off the scene wit dead
what, motherfucker,

Styles and M.O.P.]
Don't you ever try to wit M.O.P. and Styles
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 the trial
BUCKAH-BUCKAH-BU-BUCKA-BU-BUCKA-BUCKA-BLAOW!!!
We're gangsta ass niggas been flowin awhile
BUCKAH-BUCKAH-BU-BUCKA-BU-BUCKA-BUCKA-BLAOW!!!

Danze]
Ayo let's do it for the
Where there's alotta at
killers ride at, and OG's reside at
It's son, I love it son I see it every day
Fuck that, we'll find way to play
so don't me for no rap artist
missin old dude is from the old
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 this underhanded faggot shit, you faggot bitch
we gotta get you gone, one]
William songs
All disloyal guys should be shot in they
once, and left [game over now]
You gon me how
what you thought would
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 ass get beat wit a crowbar, it's a wrap
for real, we straight it
my palms, you see more chapters than L. Ron Hubbard
Huh, we done more drugs than Genovese
made dope fiends outta principals and deans
now they all up, career finished
got they ass noddin in front of the Methodon
We thug it all day, but it the Henny in me
It's 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 your ghetto
rippin heavy metal, [we ryde] wit Paniro
Listen up, y'all better respect the criminal of these OG's
what's nigga

We can beef I don't a fuck
'cause if you kill me, I got niggas that'll up your son
It's the most gutterest
the Ghost, they thought of me when they invented the gun
To tell the I prefer the knife
he physical nigga
I go in your chest I show you how to murder
It's deep, I'ma kill your
and I care if I die
'cause all that mean is that I gonna my little brother
dog, I had a hard
and I'm in love with the
in the game wit heroin 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, then I'm battin you
don't you ask me what's now
This a rerun, niggas see P gun, I'm clappin you clowns, what

YOU WANNA TOUCH THIS
It's Paniro the Ghost, like fucking Jim Conway
YOU DON'T WANNA THIS
It's Lil Fizzy wit that 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 DON'T WANNA TOUCH