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 make ass hot baby
this, yo

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

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

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

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

and tech]
Warner brothers and
So I guess we're
All the niggas in the get with 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 wit it, y'all niggas forget it
Ain't nobody wit it, 'cause we kill 'em
And these hoes and niggas we keep it rough
And make it
'cause all we wanna see is you dancin' in the

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I'm dancin' with this bitch an ass so fat
Had to dash to the back, hit that ass the back
that ass in my rap, put that ass on the map
I come from 6-6, 8, 46, 99, 3's
All of my killas can't see, fill the on the drive-by ki's
Ask me to bomb and I
Ask me to be and I kill
I got that bomb and your shit ain't real
Your shit is - unrealistic
Your seek this, gets dismissed with a quickness
lip sick, get the lipstick, kiss this dick
In a minute, i'mma this flow
I'mma let these suckas
millimeter is about to blow
And I'm out to get ho
Puncuate the to shake that ass and get that cash stack
All the playa haters stand back when I flashback
Ish hot, knowin' ? ? ? in your and I'm kinda scold dragon
Yo, I thought you tech niner got that ground control
All up in your bitch's roll with 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 girls lookin'
Lots of killa thugs be they could fuck me
If you's a hustle man, throw your up
Throw my up, I did it 'cause this ho just ran up
The way you try to step to me, it's killin' me
breath, mackin' law thrown out, 3 mil be drillin' me, no
Yellin' about and dope, broke
I hope you take notes and shove cake, about 20 down your throat
Scope, your mouth out with soap
Ladies with power, awfully remote
Time, it's wine, throwin' rhymes, killa be mine
Blowin' nine, and i'mma shine,
ass I'm showin'
I see you in the back
Everybody in the front
While me and tech be
Off in the club every weekend, we the shit
rough ride full of grit, ass that you wanna get
Twit, my bite it truly venomous when I spit
Beauty and the beast, you hear in the or the street
On the back seat of your jeep, over rollin' deep 'cause...

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

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