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 that ass hot baby
this, yo

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

This for the niggas' in the club
up, full of liquor
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' everybody 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 shit

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

and tech]
Warner and dreamworks
So I guess we're
All the niggas in the back get the ladies in the front
>from to side, we gon' survive and get what the fuck we want
right

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Ain't nobody fuckin' wit it, niggas forget it
nobody 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 with this bitch with 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 from 6-6, 8, 46, 99, 3's
All of my killas can't see, fill the niggas on the drive-by
Ask me to and I will
Ask me to be and I kill
I got that style and your shit ain't real
shit is simply - unrealistic
Your bitch seek this, gets with a quickness
This lip sick, get the lipstick, kiss dick
In a minute, i'mma this flow
let these 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 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 roll that ass exposed, yo

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Na na na na na
You can not fuck with n9ne and sole'
Comin' with the shit
Off in the club, me and my girls lookin'
Lots of killa thugs be wishin' could fuck me
If you's a man, throw your hands up
my hands 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
Yellin' about ki's and dope,
I hope you take notes and shove this cake, 20 down your throat
Scope, wash your mouth out with
Ladies dressed with power, awfully
Time, nigga it's wine, rhymes, killa be mine
Blowin' nine, and i'mma shine,
ass I'm showin'
I see you in the back
Everybody in the tweekin'
me and tech be peakin'
Off in the club every weekend, we the shit
Throwin' rough ride full of grit, ass you wanna get
Twit, beware my it truly venomous when I spit
and the beast, you hear in the club or the street
On the seat of your jeep, over peak rollin' deep 'cause...

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

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