Luyện nghe bài hát F You Too

Yeah, Desert niggaz, Cain
Ghetto, I got these man
Clue, I'm the first of defense
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
And show 'em what that means
(Yeah)

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

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

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

They ain't crazy, they just and confused, cross me
And they'll be 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 appear
Yeah, I talk to my enemies but never police
You wanna it better be brief, you ain't gotta say much
Show me the and the cheddar'll speak

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

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

Live everyday my last night, od'in or X
When I got like Len Bias on draft 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
That's why I ridin', clappin', wit the .40 Cal screamin', you

When I pulled the 5 out, I kinda
For the back stabbers, to be standin' me, wit they knives out
the Range, wit the fins drove in
I wasn't to see my foes, dressed in friends clothin'

But I still pull through the sty, wit
As big as the one, Robocop from his thigh
You heard about the bullets I buy and how it look like
I'm throwin' batteries, 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 clap ya but I'm 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 got O.J. Simpson off in a week
I could show you how to blow up on ya own in a
That'll hit a buck and make the windows go up on own

Wit a stash box compartment for a
That make holes the size of peep holes, on doors
My closet look department stores and you wonder why
Ya comin' home, wit a cigar sip for

'Cause I just the light Dutch, mash the guts
You believe how much ass I touch
Who struts pass the sluts, and a chain wit so much
Ash and cuts, it hangs much pass the nuts

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

I'm eatin', and I have to use someone's utinsels
And you clean as me, you know that every bum is against you
But please let someone convince you to test the kid
And get hit wit slugs as long, as a No. 2 Pencil,

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

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