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 like he ain't heard of you
I seen it before, that man will murder you
The lowest form of a thief is a cat
Tiptoe-in' but the whole clonin'
The in the room, the bitch glowin'
Like a girl with the good weave sewn in
She like its her's but the whole world knowin'
niggas it's the new god flow
It's that New Testament and the old God
And you new niggas don't get to go
monopolize Boardwalk Empire flow
So don't mention me in the same breath, I'm
venting I never wished to be famous
Truth told I'd much rather be
Before it leads to me niggas to angels
Local niggas hatin' but I blame 'em
Clear the road to the riches but I can't 'em
Put Trey up on hook, still couldn't save 'em
Better with a snowball hittin' Satan
Dreams can buy, three racks just spent on my Marty McFly's
Now I'm back to the future, my deja-vu you
When you muthafuckers I would hardly survive

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

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Rappers on sophomores, actin' like they boss lords
such a funny thing for sure
When niggas believing all them encores
I'm the one to send you off, bonjour
See yourself as I up in that mirror tint
Skins vs. blouses, you mirror
Chappelle Show, all of you Brennans
Sketch comedy, who was for real
The talk don't the leather
The swag don't the sweaters
And wolves don't walk with
Margiela verses all you mall dwellers
Off-the-rack suits looking like
Coffins for my old bitches'
Daddy's MIA a dolphin
Play the Fendi bucket 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 behind
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 would survive