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 mean to worry y'all but I want y'all gone
And this M-16 is the only way to y'all

my last proposition, I'm treatin' 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 back
And don't have my cash, then I'm you

Got a gun wit industry bullets
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 hard so, only God could up your man
'Coz I do the Don way
It's Paniro the Ghost, Goodfella like fucking Jim
no evidence
Fuck a dead man, when I can leave off the wit dead presidents
What? Motherfucker,

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

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

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

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

You gon' me, how?
What you thought would
they chained me to Fame and Styles
You ask in the about it, all it can be is
L M O O X P,

You thinkin' when I flow 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 dealt more drugs than
dope fiends outta school principals and deans
Now they all up, career finished
Got ass noddin' in front of the Methodon clinics

We thug it all day but it the Henny in me
It's that Brownsville 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 metal, wit Paniro
(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
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 don't give a
'Coz if you me, I got niggas that'll bend up your son
the world's most gutterest
Paniro the Ghost, they thought of me they invented the gun

To tell the truth, I prefer the
'Coz he physical
I go in your chest, I show you how to murder
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
Thug in the wit heroin and hard white
Back to the guns, the way I squeeze off off
Leave a hole in your stomach, take a knees off

Face splattered 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 touch this
It's Paniro the Ghost, Goodfella fucking Jim Conway
You don't wanna touch
It's Lil 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 wanna touch this