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 the party didn't stop
'til niner got ill one man crew, runnin' through you
Niggas let their cash drop, 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 mine when I step up
(ish)
Killa, killa, doin' to a nigga brain (ish)
Haters maintain

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

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

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

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

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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
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 bomb and I
Ask me to be calm and I
I got that bomb style and your ain't real
Your shit is - unrealistic
Your bitch seek this, gets dismissed with a
This lip sick, get the lipstick, this dick
In a minute, i'mma bust this
I'mma let suckas know
Nine millimeter is about to
And I'm out to get ho
Puncuate the first to that ass and get that cash stack
All the playa haters better stand back when I
Ish hot, ? ? ? in your club and I'm kinda scold dragon
Yo, I you heard 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 tech and sole'
with the rough shit
Off in the club, me and my girls lovely
of killa thugs be wishin' they could fuck me
If you's a man, throw your hands up
Throw my hands up, I did it this ho just ran up
The way you bustas try to to me, it's killin' me
Stank breath, law thrown out, 3 mil be drillin' me, no
Yellin' about and dope, broke
I hope you take notes and shove this cake, about 20 down your
Scope, wash your out with soap
Ladies with power, awfully remote
Time, nigga it's wine, throwin' rhymes, be mine
nine, and i'mma 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 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 know what I'm
nigga tricky got me drunk
Off mothafuckin' hennessy and alize' baby
We off in atl kickin' it for sole' baby, you what I'm sayin'?
Too much ass in one baby
Shake what mothafuckin' mama gave ya
Tech niner in this
For the year baby
all delicious, tech n9ne

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