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 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
Fittin' to let the n9ne feelin' hit ya
Everybody respect when I step up
(ish)
Killa, killa, doin' to a nigga brain (ish)
can't maintain

Killin' with the murderous flow
I'mma let a nigga know 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 killin'
And tricky started all of this

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

and tech]
Warner and dreamworks
So I guess we're
All the in the back get with 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, y'all forget it
Ain't nobody fuckin' wit it, we kill 'em
And hoes and niggas know we keep it rough
And it rougher
'cause all we wanna see is you in the mothafucka

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I'm dancin' with this 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 6-6, triple 8, 46, 99, 3's
All of my killas see, fill the niggas on the drive-by ki's
Ask me to and I will
Ask me to be and I kill
I got that bomb and your shit ain't real
Your shit is simply -
Your bitch seek this, gets with a quickness
lip sick, get the lipstick, kiss this dick
In a minute, bust this flow
I'mma let these know
Nine millimeter is to blow
And I'm out to get ho
Puncuate the first to shake 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 heard tech niner got 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 with tech n9ne and sole'
Comin' the rough shit
Off in the club, me and my girls lovely
Lots of thugs be wishin' they could fuck me
If a hustle man, throw your hands up
Throw my hands up, I did it 'cause this ho 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 and dope, broke
I hope you take notes and shove this cake, about 20 down throat
Scope, wash your mouth out soap
Ladies dressed with power, remote
Time, nigga wine, throwin' rhymes, killa be mine
nine, and i'mma shine, growin'
Hella ass I'm
I see you in the freakin'
in the front tweekin'
While me and be peakin'
Off in the scene every weekend, we the shit
rough ride full of grit, ass that you wanna get
Twit, beware my bite it truly venomous I spit
Beauty and the beast, you hear in the club or the
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 mothafuckin' and alize' baby
We off in atl kickin' it for sole' baby, you what I'm sayin'?
Too much ass in one room
Shake your mothafuckin' mama gave ya
niner in this bitch
For the year 2-thou
all delicious, tech n9ne

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