Luyện nghe bài hát Yall Don't Wanna Fuck

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

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

Got a gun wit industry bullets
When it hit you, motherfucker, it be jerkin' you
is so my contact 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
I do things the Don way
It's Paniro the Ghost, Goodfella fucking Jim Conway
Leave no
Fuck a dead man, when I can leave off the scene wit dead
Motherfucker, yeah

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

Ayo, let's do it for the hood 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 way to play

So don't mistake me for no rap
Missin' old is from the old school
He abide by the old
And our is 38 longs
The crime rate inflate and the murder rate is strong
How we get along?

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

You gon' 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 Pa, it's a wrap
Put your ass, get beat wit a crowbar, it's a wrap
For real, we straight it
Read my palms, you see more chapters than L. Ron

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

We thug it all day but it ain't 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., through your ghetto
Rippin heavy metal, wit
(We Ryde)
up, y'all better respect the criminal shit of these O.G.s
What's poppin',

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

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 thought of me they invented the gun

To tell the truth, I the knife
'Coz he physical
I go in your chest, I show you how to murder
It's deep, kill your mother and I don't care if I die
'Coz all that mean is that I join my little brother

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

Face splattered around, too many cops for the glock
it, dog, then I'm battin' you down
Don't you ask me what's now
This a re-run, niggas. see P gun
I'm clappin' you clowns,

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

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