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

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

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

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

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

Ay yo, get paid, get sprayed
sole', be the brainiacs

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

1 - and tech]
Ain't fuckin' wit it, y'all niggas forget it
Ain't fuckin' wit it, 'cause we kill 'em
And these hoes and know we keep it rough
And it rougher
all we wanna see is you dancin' in the mothafucka

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I'm dancin' with this bitch an ass so fat
Had to to the back, hit that ass from the back
With that ass in my rap, put ass on the map
I come 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 and I kill
I got bomb style and your shit ain't real
shit is simply - unrealistic
Your bitch seek this, gets dismissed with a
This lip sick, get the lipstick, kiss dick
In a minute, i'mma this flow
I'mma let suckas know
Nine millimeter is to blow
And I'm out to get ho
Puncuate the to shake that ass and get that cash stack
All the playa haters better stand when I flashback
Ish hot, knowin' ? ? ? in your club and I'm scold dragon
Yo, I thought you heard tech niner got ground control
All up in your roll with that 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 lookin' lovely
Lots of killa thugs be wishin' they could me
If you's a hustle man, throw hands up
Throw my hands up, I did it 'cause this ho ran up
The way you try to step to me, it's killin' me
Stank breath, mackin' law out, 3 mil be drillin' me, no
Yellin' about ki's and dope,
I hope you take and shove this cake, about 20 down your throat
Scope, wash your out with soap
Ladies with power, awfully remote
Time, nigga it's wine, throwin' rhymes, be mine
Blowin' nine, and i'mma shine,
ass I'm showin'
I see you in the freakin'
in the front tweekin'
While me and be peakin'
Off in the scene every weekend, we the shit
Throwin' rough ride of grit, ass that you wanna get
Twit, my bite it truly venomous when I spit
Beauty and the beast, you in the club or the street
On the back seat of your jeep, peak rollin' deep 'cause...

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

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