Luyện nghe bài hát Yall Don't Wanna Fuck

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

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

Got a gun wit industry bullets
When it hit you, motherfucker, guaranteed it be you
Rings is so my contact will 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 the Ghost, Goodfella like fucking Jim Conway
Leave no
a dead man, when I can leave off the scene wit dead presidents
What? Motherfucker,

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

Ayo, let's do it for the hood where alotta homicides at
Where ride at and O.G.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 dude is the old school
He by the old rules
And our Pro-Tools is 38
The crime rate will and the murder rate is strong
How could we get

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

You gon' change me,
What you would happen
When chained me to Fame and Styles
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 thug it
Read my palms, you see more than L. Ron Hubbard

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

We thug it all day but it the Henny in me
It's that shit wit a splash of Trinny 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' through ghetto
heavy metal, wit Paniro
(We Ryde)
Listen up, y'all better respect the 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 wild
If you to die or you blowin' the trial
We're gangsta ass niggas that been awhile

We can beef, I don't a fuck
'Coz if you kill me, I got niggas bend up your son
It's the world's gutterest
Paniro the Ghost, they thought of me they invented the gun

To tell the truth, I prefer the
he physical nigga
I go in chest, I show you how to murder right
It's deep, I'ma kill your 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 and hard white
Back to the guns, the way I squeeze off off
Leave a hole in your stomach, take a knees off

Face gets around, too many cops for the glock
Fuck it, dog, then I'm you down
Don't you ask me happenin' 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 touch this
It's Lil Fizzy wit that Brownsville
And of Trinny in me

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