Luyện nghe bài hát None Of Y'all Betta

It's sorta like the Trinity
So I'm
I say it's like three guns you fuckin' fagots
Get shot different ways
fact, make that six different ways
Gun in each hand
of y'all betta
Ain't of y'all betta
If it is
We'll you, A S A P, feel it

All I know, niggas give me all my
Like Boston George comin' through all my blow
Right now I'm tryin' to a jet
this hit the Panama Canal and get a harder connect
Step on your toes, mess your hoes, shoot up your mans
Come through the tryin' to screw up your plans
I still rob niggas for coke
Understand I'm the first one call when they gettin' the dope

I'm the one who prick your when they give you the oath
I'm the one who made the hit when bring you the toast
Like Pacino and 'cept they call me Paniro
Sad Styles still spin that arrow, it
Like the boss of New York, you how I feel
Kill a motherfucker 'cuz a don't talk
(No doubt)
Sixteen in the joint wit one in the
If the bullets had have them run in your head, bitch

Ain't none of y'all
What know about
Put in my
On the
Ain't if y'all betta
But you know all real
Is it Yeah son!

Ain't none of y'all
What y'all about
Put in my
On the
none of y'all betta
Bet you know all real
Is it real? son!
Ain't none of y'all

get it poppin' my nigga
Load the up and go shoppin' my nigga
And I don't mean the or no Gucci store
You know what the fuck I want, of raw
And I'm too old to make than a hundred a year
If it means wavin' the hammer and leavin' you
If it means your kids out daycare
losin' a seed, pay or bleed

It's Louch, I ain't got no heart
I shoot broad daylight right in front of the
I put 28 holes the icy car
Fuck around, like the God squeeze
If I don't see the badge I'm the D's
Lox motherfucker, the ox
The why you shouldn't cop drops motherfucker
Like it's something for me to shoot your pops motherfucker,

Ain't of y'all betta
y'all know about
Put in my
On the
Ain't if y'all betta
But you know all real
Is it Yeah son!

Ain't of y'all betta
What know about
Put in my
On the
Ain't of y'all betta
Bet you know it's all
Is it Yeah son!
Ain't none of y'all

Ayo the and the rice, the cokes and the pyrex
the stove and I'm bout to hit it with the ice
Runners to pump the bomb
They know no ones, now niggas'll jump they moms
You God the 12 Disciples
I pop up, all you see is shells and
If I don't like you, I'ma kill you not you
I bite a little piece of your ear off like do

And everybody follow me now
Down eighth and an oozie mahogany
Faggots want you to 'em in a hurry
It fucks me up, they ain't got no money to get buried
You could flip, survive m'kay, motherfucker
In my still doin twenty-five a day
Know you out, chest and your back all nice
But the twelve gauge'll have your six on ice, what?

Ain't none of betta
What y'all know
Put in my
On the
none if y'all betta
But you it's all real
Is it Yeah son!

Ain't none if y'all
Let you know, let you know all real
Ain't none if betta