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

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Ha ha ha ha, we to do this
niner, sole'
Bout to make that ass hot
this, yo

[female
I heard the party stop
'til niner got ill one man crew, runnin' through you
Niggas let their cash drop, made that ass hot
Make 'em say "ooh", what we do

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

Killin' everybody with the murderous
I'mma let a nigga know fly sole'
Bad to the bone with the up jump
So we all get drunk and all day
We hard, let's keep all this shit
We everything
And tricky all of this shit

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

[sole' and
Warner and dreamworks
So I we're animaniacs
All the niggas in the back get the ladies in the front
>from side to side, we survive and get what the fuck we want
right

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

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I'm dancin' this bitch with an ass so fat
Had to dash to the back, hit ass from the back
With ass in my rap, put that ass on the map
I come 6-6, triple 8, 46, 99, 3's
All of my killas see, fill the niggas on the drive-by ki's
Ask me to bomb and I
Ask me to be calm and I
I got that bomb style and your shit real
Your is simply - unrealistic
Your bitch seek this, gets with a quickness
This lip sick, get the lipstick, kiss this
In a minute, i'mma bust flow
let these suckas know
Nine millimeter is to blow
And I'm out to get ho
Puncuate the first to that ass and get that cash stack
All the playa haters stand back when I flashback
Ish hot, knowin' ? ? ? in your club and I'm kinda dragon
Yo, I thought you tech niner got that ground control
All up in your bitch's with that ass exposed, yo

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

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[outro -
Ya know I'm sayin'?
This tricky got me drunk
Off this mothafuckin' hennessy and alize'
We off in atl it for sole' baby, you know what I'm sayin'?
Too much ass in one room
what your mothafuckin' mama gave ya
Tech niner in this
For the year 2-thou
It's all delicious, n9ne

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