Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Fuck With Me

gang, G.O.O.D. Music, Def Jam
I love my

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The of you
He'll sit and clip at your lines he ain't heard of you
I it happen before, that man will murder you
The lowest form of a is a cat burglar
Tiptoe-in' but the whole clonin'
The elephant's in the room, the bitch
Like a ghetto girl the good weave sewn in
She like its her's but the whole world knowin'
niggas it's the new god flow
It's New Testament and the old God knows
And you new don't get to pass go
monopolize Boardwalk Empire flow
So don't mention me in the same breath, I'm
Just venting I wished to be famous
Truth told I'd rather be strangers
it leads to me turnin' niggas to angels
Local niggas but I can't blame 'em
Clear the road to the but I can't pave 'em
Put Trey up on hook, still couldn't save 'em
Better chance with a hittin' Satan
money can buy, three racks just spent on my Marty McFly's
Now I'm to the future, my career deja-vu you
When you muthafuckers thought I hardly survive

Don't fuck me
You see, there's a lot of people out there to be with
I am not one
Re-Up
Don't fuck me

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Rappers on their sophomores, actin' like boss lords
Fame such a funny thing for
When niggas start believing all encores
I'm just the one to you off, bonjour
See yourself as I up in that mirror tint
Skins vs. blouses, you Prince
Chappelle Show, all of you Brennans
Sketch comedy, who was for pennin'?
The talk don't match the
The don't match the sweaters
And don't walk with shepherds
These Margiela verses all you dwellers
Off-the-rack suits like pallbearers
Coffins for my old orphans
Daddy's MIA a dolphin
Play the Fendi like a shark's fin
Cool on you bitches but I'm dark-skinned
We walked in, seats courtside, dap Diddy, Ferrell on my walk by
At the US Open, there's much more to
Versace blu-blockers, row Oracene
money can buy
Three racks spent on my Marty McFly's
Now I'm back to the future, my career you
When you muthafuckers thought I hardly survive