Luyện nghe bài hát Yall Don't Wanna Fuck

My Style's louder a stereo
Fouler than the snake when I kill these rappers
Then show up at the
I mean to worry y'all but I want y'all gone
And this M-16 is the way to hurry y'all

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

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

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

Ayo, let's do it for the hood where there's homicides at
killers ride at and O.G.s reside at
It's rugged, son, I it, son, I see it every day
Fuck that, we'll find another way to

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

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

You change me, how?
What you thought happen
When they chained me to and Styles
You ask in the about it, all it can be is
L M O O X P,

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

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

We it all day but it ain't the Henny in me
that Brownsville 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
Rippin heavy metal, wit
(We Ryde)
Listen up, y'all better respect the criminal 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 'bout to die or you blowin' the
We're ass niggas that been flowin' awhile

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

To the truth, I prefer the knife
'Coz he physical
I go in your chest, I show you how to right
It's deep, I'ma kill your mother and I care if I die
'Coz all that mean is that I gonna join my little

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

Face gets splattered around, too cops for the glock
it, dog, then 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 wanna touch this
Paniro the Ghost, Goodfella like fucking Jim Conway
You don't wanna touch
It's Lil Fizzy wit that Brownsville
And of Trinny in me

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