Luyện nghe bài hát Yall Don't Wanna Fuck

My Style's louder a stereo
than the snake when I kill these fuckin' rappers
Then up at the burials
I don't mean to y'all but I want y'all gone
And this M-16 is the way to hurry y'all

Here's my last proposition, I'm treatin' rap like
If I don't sell the most, I kill the competition
Don't take it personal, gotta go to and if I come back
And don't my cash, then I'm hurtin' you

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

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

Don't you ever try to wit M.O.P. and Styles
This is for the hood and that's wild
If you to die or you blowin' the trial
We're gangsta ass niggas that flowin' 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, 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 crime will inflate and the murder rate is strong
How could we get

And you doing this underhanded fagot shit, you fagot
We gotta get you gone, William Danze
(Chapter one)
All disloyal should be shot in they back
Once and paralyzed
(Game now)

You change me, how?
What you would happen
When they chained me to Fame and
You ask in the about it, all it can be is
L M O O X P,

You keep thinkin' when I flow Pa, a wrap
Put your 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 dealt more drugs than
Made dope fiends outta principals and deans
Now they all fucked up, finished
Got they ass noddin' in front of the clinics

We thug it all day but it ain't the in me
It's that Brownsville shit wit a splash of in me
All I is a hammer 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
poppin', nigga?

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

We can beef, I give a fuck
'Coz if you kill me, I got that'll bend up your son
It's the world's gutterest
Paniro the Ghost, they thought of me when they the gun

To tell the truth, I prefer the
he physical nigga
I go in your chest, I you how to murder right
It's deep, I'ma your mother and I don't care if I die
'Coz all that mean is that I gonna join my little

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

Face gets splattered around, too many 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 the Ghost, Goodfella like fucking Jim Conway
You don't wanna touch
Lil Fizzy wit that Brownsville shit
And splash of in me

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