Luyện nghe bài hát Yall Don't Wanna Fuck

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

Here's my last proposition, I'm rap like crack
If I don't 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
is so my contact will break up your man
I'm a gentleman, my a shake of a hand

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

Don't you ever try to fuck wit M.O.P. and
This is for the hood and niggas that's
If you 'bout to die or you blowin' the
gangsta ass niggas 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 find way to play

So mistake me for no rap artist
Missin' old dude is from the old
He abide by the old
And our is 38 longs
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 guys should be shot in they back
Once and left
(Game now)

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

Huh, we done dealt more drugs than
Made dope fiends outta school and deans
Now they all fucked up, career
Got they ass 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 and a clip load
I'll stomp, do whatever, state, borough, zip

It's the M.O.P., mashin' your ghetto
heavy metal, wit Paniro
(We Ryde)
Listen up, better respect the criminal shit of these O.G.s
poppin', nigga?

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

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

To tell the truth, I the knife
'Coz he physical
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 gonna my little brother

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

Face gets splattered around, too cops for the glock
Fuck it, dog, I'm battin' you down
Don't you ask me 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 like fucking Jim
You don't wanna this
It's Lil Fizzy wit that shit
And of Trinny in me

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