Luyện nghe bài hát Yall Don't Wanna Fuck

My Style's than a stereo
Fouler than the snake I kill these fuckin' rappers
Then show up at the
I don't mean to worry but I want y'all 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 kill the
Don't take it personal, gotta go to jail and if I come
And don't have my cash, I'm hurtin' you

Got a business gun wit bullets
When it hit you, motherfucker, guaranteed it be you
Rings is so my contact break up your man
I'm a gentleman, my contract's a of a hand

I make it so, only God could wake up your man
'Coz I do the Don way
It's Paniro the Ghost, Goodfella like Jim Conway
Leave no
a dead man, when I can leave off the scene wit dead presidents
What? Motherfucker,

Don't you ever try to wit M.O.P. and Styles
This is for the hood and niggas wild
If you 'bout to die or you blowin' the
We're gangsta ass niggas that been awhile

Ayo, let's do it for the hood there's alotta homicides at
Where killers at and O.G.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 me for no rap artist
Missin' old dude is the old school
He abide by the old
And our Pro-Tools is 38
The crime will inflate and the murder rate is strong
How we get along?

And you this underhanded fagot shit, you fagot bitch
We gotta get you gone, William songs
(Chapter one)
All disloyal guys should be shot in they
and left paralyzed
(Game now)

You gon' change me,
What you thought would
When they chained me to Fame and
You ask in the hood it, all it can be is
L M O O X P,

You keep thinkin' when I flow Pa, it's a
Put when your ass, get beat wit a crowbar, it's a
For real, we thug it
Read my palms, you see more chapters than L. Ron

Huh, we done more drugs than Genovese
Made dope fiends outta principals and deans
Now all fucked up, career finished
Got they ass in front of the Methodon clinics

We thug it all day but it ain't the in me
It's Brownsville shit wit a splash of Trinny in me
All I need is a and a clip load
I'll stomp, do whatever, state, borough, zip

It's the M.O.P., mashin' your ghetto
heavy metal, wit Paniro
(We Ryde)
Listen up, y'all respect the criminal shit of these O.G.s
What's poppin',

Don't you try to fuck wit M.O.P. and Styles
This is for the hood and niggas that's
If you 'bout to die or you blowin' the
We're gangsta ass niggas that been awhile

We can beef, I don't give a
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
'Coz he physical
I go in chest, I show you how to murder right
It's deep, I'ma kill your mother and I don't if I die
all that mean is that I gonna join my little brother

Dog, I had a hard life and I'm in with the pain
in the game wit heroin and hard white
Back to the guns, the way I squeeze off off
Leave a hole in your stomach, a nigga knees off

Face gets around, too many cops for the glock
Fuck it, dog, I'm battin' you down
you ask me what's happenin' now
This a re-run, niggas. see P gun
I'm you clowns, what?

You don't wanna this
It's Paniro the Ghost, Goodfella like fucking Jim
You don't wanna this
Lil Fizzy wit that Brownsville shit
And of Trinny in me

You don't wanna this
Bill, 38 long, the crime rate will
And the rate is strong
You don't wanna this