Luyện nghe bài hát Yall Don't Wanna Fuck

My Style's than a stereo
Fouler the snake 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 is the only 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, gotta go to jail and if I back
And have my cash, then I'm hurtin' you

Got a gun wit industry bullets
When it hit you, motherfucker, it be jerkin' you
Rings is so my contact will break up man
I'm a gentleman, my a shake of a hand

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

Don't you ever try to wit M.O.P. and Styles
This is for the and niggas that's wild
If you 'bout to die or you the trial
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, we'll find another way to

So mistake me for no rap artist
Missin' old 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 could we get

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

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

Huh, we done dealt more drugs Genovese
Made fiends outta school principals and deans
Now they all fucked up, finished
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 shit wit a splash of 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' through your
heavy metal, wit Paniro
(We Ryde)
Listen up, y'all better respect the shit of these O.G.s
What's poppin',

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

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

To tell the truth, I the knife
he physical nigga
I go in your chest, I 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 wit heroin and hard white
Back to the guns, the way I off threes off
Leave a in your stomach, take a nigga knees off

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

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

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