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

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

[female
I heard the didn't stop
'til tech niner got ill one man crew, through you
Niggas let their cash drop, ladies 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 tech n9ne hit ya
Everybody mine when I step up
(ish)
Killa, killa, damage to a nigga brain (ish)
Haters can't

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

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

[sole' and
Warner brothers and
So I we're animaniacs
All the niggas in the back get with the in the front
>from to side, we gon' survive and get what the fuck we want
That's

1 - [sole' and
Ain't fuckin' wit it, y'all niggas forget it
Ain't nobody wit it, 'cause we kill 'em
And these and niggas know 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 from the
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 on the drive-by ki's
Ask me to and I will
Ask me to be calm and I
I got that bomb style and shit ain't real
Your is simply - unrealistic
Your bitch this, gets dismissed with a quickness
This lip sick, get the lipstick, this dick
In a minute, i'mma bust flow
let these suckas know
Nine millimeter is about to
And I'm out to get ho
Puncuate the to shake that ass and get that cash stack
All the haters better stand back when I flashback
Ish hot, knowin' ? ? ? in your club and I'm kinda scold
Yo, I thought you tech niner got that 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 with tech n9ne and sole'
with the rough shit
Off in the club, me and my girls lookin'
Lots of thugs be wishin' they could fuck me
If you's a hustle man, throw your up
Throw my hands up, I did it 'cause this ho ran up
The way you bustas try to step to me, killin' me
breath, mackin' law thrown out, 3 mil be drillin' me, no
Yellin' about ki's and dope,
I hope you notes and shove this cake, about 20 down your throat
Scope, wash your mouth out soap
Ladies dressed power, awfully remote
Time, nigga it's wine, throwin' rhymes, 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 scene every weekend, we the shit
Throwin' rough full of grit, ass that you wanna get
Twit, beware my bite it venomous when I spit
Beauty and the beast, you in the club or the street
On the back seat of your jeep, over peak deep 'cause...

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

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