Luyện nghe bài hát Yall Don't Wanna Fuck

My Style's louder a stereo
Fouler than the when I kill these 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 hurry

Here's my last proposition, I'm rap like crack
If I sell the most, I gotta kill the competition
take it personal, gotta go to jail and if I come 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 up your man
I'm a gentleman, my contract's a of a hand

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

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

Ayo, let's do it for the where there's alotta homicides at
killers ride at and O.G.s reside at
It's rugged, son, I love it, son, I see it day
Fuck that, we'll find another way to

So mistake me for no rap artist
Missin' old dude is from the old
He by the old rules
And our is 38 longs
The crime rate will inflate and the rate is strong
How could we get

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

You gon' change me,
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,

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

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

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

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

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

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

To tell the truth, I the knife
'Coz he nigga
I go in your chest, I show you how to 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 white
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 for the glock
Fuck it, dog, then I'm battin' you
you ask me what's happenin' now
This a re-run, niggas. see P gun
I'm you clowns, what?

You wanna touch this
It's Paniro the Ghost, Goodfella like Jim Conway
You wanna touch this
It's Lil Fizzy wit that shit
And splash of in me

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