Luyện nghe bài hát Yall Don't Wanna Fuck

My Style's louder a stereo
Fouler than the snake when I these fuckin' rappers
Then show up at the
I don't mean to worry but I want y'all gone
And this M-16 is the way to hurry 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, 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 will up your man
I'm a gentleman, my contract's a of a hand

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

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 gangsta ass niggas that been flowin'

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

So mistake me for no rap artist
Missin' old dude is from the old
He by the old rules
And our Pro-Tools is 38
The crime rate will inflate and the murder rate is
How we get along?

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

You gon' me, how?
What you would happen
When they me to Fame and Styles
You ask in the hood 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 school principals and deans
Now they all fucked up, finished
Got they ass noddin' in front of the 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
stomp, do whatever, state, borough, zip code

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

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 awhile

We can beef, I don't give a
'Coz if you me, I got niggas that'll bend up your son
It's the most gutterest
Paniro the Ghost, thought of me when they invented the gun

To the truth, I prefer the knife
he physical nigga
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 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 heroin and hard
to the guns, the way I squeeze off threes off
Leave a in your stomach, take a nigga knees off

Face gets splattered around, too many for the glock
Fuck it, dog, then I'm you down
Don't you ask me what's now
This a re-run, niggas. see P gun
I'm clappin' you clowns,

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

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