Luyện nghe bài hát Ain't Nobody Fuckin' Wit It

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Ha ha ha ha, we bout to do
Tech niner,
Bout to that ass hot baby
this, yo

[female
I heard the party didn't
'til tech got ill one man crew, runnin' through you
let their cash drop, ladies made that ass hot
Make 'em say "ooh", that's we do

This one's for the niggas' in the
Fucked up, full of
to let the tech n9ne feelin' hit ya
Everybody respect when I step up
(ish)
Killa, killa, doin' damage to a brain (ish)
Haters can't

Killin' with the murderous flow
I'mma let a nigga 'bout fly sole'
Bad to the bone with the up jump
So we all get and crunk all day
We hard, let's keep all marvelous shit
We killin'
And tricky all of this shit

Ay yo, get paid, never get
Takin sole', be the

and tech]
Warner and dreamworks
So I guess we're
All the niggas in the back get with the in the front
>from side to side, we gon' survive and get what the we want
right

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Ain't nobody fuckin' wit it, niggas forget it
nobody fuckin' wit it, 'cause we kill 'em
And these hoes and niggas we keep it rough
And make it
'cause all we see is you dancin' in the mothafucka

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I'm dancin' with this with an ass so fat
Had to dash to the back, hit that ass the back
With ass in my rap, put that ass on the map
I from 6-6, triple 8, 46, 99, 3's
All of my killas can't see, fill the niggas on the ki's
Ask me to bomb and I
Ask me to be calm and I
I got that bomb style and your ain't real
Your is simply - unrealistic
Your bitch seek this, gets dismissed a quickness
lip sick, get the lipstick, kiss this dick
In a minute, i'mma bust this
I'mma let these know
millimeter is about to blow
And I'm out to get ho
Puncuate the first to shake that ass and get that cash
All the playa haters better stand back when I
Ish hot, knowin' ? ? ? in your club and I'm scold dragon
Yo, I thought you heard tech niner got ground control
All up in bitch's roll with that ass exposed, yo

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Na na na na na
You can not fuck with n9ne and sole'
Comin' with the rough
Off in the club, me and my lookin' lovely
Lots of killa be wishin' they could fuck me
If you's a hustle man, throw hands up
Throw my hands up, I did it 'cause ho just ran up
The way you bustas try to to me, it's killin' me
Stank breath, mackin' law out, 3 mil be drillin' me, no
Yellin' about and dope, broke
I hope you take and shove this cake, about 20 down your throat
Scope, wash mouth out with soap
Ladies dressed with power, awfully
Time, nigga it's wine, rhymes, killa be mine
Blowin' nine, and shine, growin'
Hella ass I'm
I see you in the back
in the front tweekin'
While me and be peakin'
Off in the club scene every weekend, we the
Throwin' rough ride of grit, ass that you wanna get
Twit, beware my it truly venomous when I spit
Beauty and the beast, you in the club or the street
On the back seat of jeep, over peak rollin' deep 'cause...

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[outro -
Ya what I'm sayin'?
This nigga got me drunk
Off this mothafuckin' hennessy and baby
We off in atl kickin' it for sole' baby, you what I'm sayin'?
Too much ass in one room
Shake what your mama gave ya
Tech in this bitch
For the year baby
all delicious, tech n9ne

"bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce..."