Luyện nghe bài hát Yall Don't Wanna Fuck

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

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

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

you ever try to fuck wit M.O.P. and Styles
This is for the hood and niggas 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 where there's alotta homicides at
Where ride at and O.G.s reside at
It's rugged, son, I it, son, I see it every day
that, we'll find another way to play

So don't me for no rap artist
old dude is from the old school
He by the old rules
And our Pro-Tools is 38
The crime rate will inflate and the murder rate is
How could we get

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

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

Huh, we done dealt more drugs than
Made dope fiends school principals and deans
Now all fucked up, career 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 is a hammer and a clip load
stomp, do whatever, state, borough, zip code

It's the M.O.P., mashin' your ghetto
heavy metal, wit Paniro
(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 that's
If you 'bout to die or you the trial
We're gangsta ass niggas been flowin' 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 world's most
Paniro the Ghost, they thought of me they invented the gun

To the truth, I prefer the knife
'Coz he nigga
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 brother

Dog, I had a life 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 nigga off

Face splattered around, too many cops for the glock
Fuck it, dog, then I'm you down
you ask me what's happenin' now
This a re-run, niggas. see P gun
I'm clappin' you clowns,

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

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