Luyện nghe bài hát Yall Don't Wanna Fuck

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

my last proposition, I'm treatin' rap like crack
If I sell the most, I gotta kill the competition
Don't take it personal, gotta go to jail and if I come
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 of a hand

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

you ever 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 where 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, we'll find another way to

So don't mistake me for no rap
old dude is from the old school
He by the old rules
And our is 38 longs
The crime will inflate and the murder rate 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 should be 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 about it, all it can be is
L M O O X P,

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

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

We thug it all day but it the Henny in me
It's that Brownsville shit wit a 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' your ghetto
Rippin metal, wit Paniro
(We Ryde)
Listen up, y'all better the criminal shit of these O.G.s
poppin', nigga?

Don't you ever try to fuck wit M.O.P. and
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 give a
'Coz if you kill me, I got niggas bend up your son
the world's most gutterest
Paniro the Ghost, they of me when they invented the gun

To the truth, I prefer the knife
'Coz he physical
I go in your chest, I show you how to murder
It's deep, I'ma 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 life and I'm in love with the
Thug in the wit heroin and hard white
Back to the guns, the way I off threes off
Leave a hole in your stomach, a nigga knees off

Face gets splattered around, too cops for the glock
Fuck it, dog, then I'm 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 touch
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 wanna touch this
Bill, 38 long, the crime rate inflate
And the murder rate is
You don't wanna touch