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

f/ M.O.P.

My style's than a stereo
Fouler than the snake when I kill fuckin rappers
then up at the burials
I don't mean to worry y'all, but I y'all gone and
this M-16 is the only way to y'all
my last proposition, I'm treatin rap like crack
If I don't sell the most, I kill the competition
take 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
it hit you motherfucker guaranteed it be jerkin you
rings is so my contact break up your man
I'm a gentleman, my contract's a shake of a
I make it hard so, only God wake up your man
'cause I do the Don way
Paniro the Ghost, Goodfella like, fucking Jim Conway
leave no
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!!!
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 that been flowin awhile
BUCKAH-BUCKAH-BU-BUCKA-BU-BUCKA-BUCKA-BLAOW!!!

[Billy
Ayo do it for the hood
Where there's alotta at
Where killers at, and OG's reside at
rugged 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 abide by the old
and our pro-tools, is 38
The crime rate will inflate, and the rate is strong
How could we get
and you doing this underhanded shit, you faggot bitch
we get you gone, [chapter one]
William Danze
All disloyal guys should be shot in they
once, and left paralyzed over now]
You gon me how
what you would happen
when they chained me to Fame and
You ask in the hood it, all it can be is
L! M! O! O! X! P! motherfucker!

You thinkin when I flow pa, it's a wrap
but your ass get beat wit a crowbar, it's a wrap
for real, we thug it
Read my palms, you see more than L. Ron Hubbard
Huh, we dealt more drugs than Genovese
made dope fiends outta principals and deans
now they all fucked up, finished
got they ass in front of the Methodon clinics
We thug it all day, but it aint the in me
It's that shit wit a splash 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 better respect the criminal of these OG's
poppin nigga

We can beef I don't a fuck
if you kill me, I got niggas that'll bend up your son
It's the most gutterest
Paniro the Ghost, they of me when they invented the gun
To the truth I prefer the knife
he physical nigga
I go in your I show you how to murder right
It's deep, I'ma kill your
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 with the pain
Thug in the game wit heroin and hard
Back to the guns the way I squeeze off off
leave a in your stomach, take a nigga knees off
Face gets splattered around, too many cops for the
fuck it dog, I'm battin you down
don't you ask me happenin now
aint a rerun, niggas see P gun, I'm clappin you clowns, what

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