Luyện nghe bài hát F You Too

Yeah, Storm niggaz, Cain
Ghetto, I got these man
Clue, I'm the line of defense
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
And I'ma show 'em that means
(Yeah)

I know these hoped I wouldn't make it, fuck you
Your hatred only made me wanna cake ya, you
Wherever I see you nigga buck you
And put a hole in your chest big enough to drive a truck through

I bring the drama back you lives, flatter your wiz
and then point the Mag at your kids
So what I sound remorse, the records I still peep on me
But the now is only Deserts

If I talk it's be reckless, I'm ready to die
So when I pressure, niggaz gon' respect it
guns to rob niggaz, I told 'em to use
And leave of friends that like broken and bruised

They ain't crazy, just broke and confused, cross me
And be talks of how they found the man smoked on the news
I'ma career crook they used a mug shot my graduation picture
And my high school yearbook

Paul Cain never shook
Yeah, I might talk to my enemies but never
You wanna converse it better be brief, you ain't say much
me the money and the cheddar'll speak

If it ain't involvin' bread, I ain't it
I need D's on me, I'm already dodgin' Feds
When the shots the revolver spread
Duck, I don't discriminate, leave CEO's and dead

Make a part of his head
Vanish then pop up in a SL double nickel, red
you I'm tryna get my cash right
All my niggaz flip birds and blast pipes, to the fast life

Live like my last night, od'in or X
When I got signed like Len Bias on night
(Yeah)

Street
(Yeah, yeah)

I see ya ass schemin', fuck you
Bitch you don't wanna swallow semen, you
No you hate the way I'm dreamin', fuck you
why I ridin', clappin', wit the .40 Cal screamin', fuck you

When I pulled the 5 out, I expected
For the back stabbers, to be behind me, wit they knives out
Then the Range, wit the drove in
I wasn't shocked to see my foes, in friends clothin'

But I still pull through the sty, wit
As big as the one, Robocop from his thigh
You prolly heard about the bullets I buy and how it like
I'm batteries, when the bullets shoot by

So what, you wear a vest, why would I
If I aim for ya chest, that be a idea
Nigga, it's nothing to ya but I'm more worried
Bout the cops, who wanna put they cuffs on a rappa

That's why I'm limpin' off wit a and a lawyer
Who woulda got O.J. Simpson off in a
I could you how to blow up on ya own in a Benz
hit a buck and make the windows go up on they own

Wit a stash box for a handgun
That make the size of peep holes, on apartment doors
My closet look like department stores and you why
Ya girl's comin' home, wit a sip for

'Cause I just the light Dutch, mash the guts
You won't how much ass I touch
Who struts pass the sluts, and a chain wit so much
Ash and cuts, that it much pass the nuts

That's why I get followed by broads wit throats
Then the people at the circus, that be swallowin'
Y'all hopin' the Don fall off but my money's long enough
To keep shootin' ya bank until, ya fall off

I'm eatin', and I ain't to use someone's utinsels
And when you clean as me, you know that bum is against you
But please don't let someone convince you to the kid
And get hit wit as long, as a No. 2 Pencil, fucka

I see ya faggot ass schemin', you
Bitch you don't swallow semen, fuck you
No you hate the way I'm dreamin', fuck you
why I ridin', clappin', wit the .40 Cal screamin', fuck you

I see ya ass schemin', fuck you
Bitch you don't wanna swallow semen, you
No you hate the way I'm street dreamin', you
That's why I ridin', clappin', wit the .40 Cal screamin', you