Luyện nghe bài hát Yall Don't Wanna Fuck

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

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

Got a gun wit industry bullets
it hit you, motherfucker, guaranteed it be jerkin' you
Rings is so my contact break up your man
I'm a gentleman, my contract's a shake of a

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

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

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

So don't mistake me for no rap
Missin' old is from the old school
He by the old rules
And our is 38 longs
The crime rate will inflate and the rate is strong
How we get along?

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

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

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

Huh, we dealt more drugs than Genovese
Made dope outta 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 ain't the in me
It's that Brownsville wit a splash of Trinny in me
All I need is a hammer and a clip
stomp, do whatever, state, borough, zip code

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

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

We can beef, I don't a fuck
'Coz if you kill me, I got niggas that'll up your son
It's the most gutterest
the Ghost, they thought of me when 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, kill your mother and I don't care if I die
all that mean is that I gonna join my little brother

Dog, I had a life 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, a nigga knees off

Face gets around, too many cops for the glock
Fuck it, dog, then I'm battin' you
Don't you ask me happenin' now
ain't a re-run, niggas. see P gun
I'm you clowns, what?

You don't wanna touch
It's the Ghost, Goodfella like fucking Jim Conway
You wanna touch this
It's Lil Fizzy wit that shit
And splash of in me

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