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 seen it before, that man will murder you
The lowest of a thief is a cat burglar
Tiptoe-in' but the whole clonin'
The elephant's in the room, the glowin'
Like a ghetto girl with the good sewn in
She walk like its her's but the whole knowin'
Told niggas it's the new god
that New Testament and the old God knows
And you new don't get to pass go
I'll monopolize Boardwalk Empire
So mention me in the same breath, I'm Genghis
Just venting I never wished to be
Truth I'd much rather be strangers
it leads to me turnin' niggas to angels
Local hatin' but I can't blame 'em
Clear the road to the riches but I pave 'em
Put Trey up on hook, still couldn't save 'em
Better chance a snowball hittin' Satan
Dreams money can buy, three racks just on my Marty McFly's
Now I'm back to the future, my career you
you muthafuckers thought I would hardly survive

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

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Rappers on their sophomores, actin' like boss lords
Fame such a funny thing for
When niggas believing all them encores
I'm just the one to send you off,
See yourself as I pull up in mirror tint
Skins vs. blouses, you mirror
Chappelle Show, all of you Neal
comedy, who was for real pennin'?
The talk match the leather
The swag match the sweaters
And wolves don't walk with
Margiela verses all you mall dwellers
Off-the-rack suits like pallbearers
Coffins for my old bitches'
Daddy's MIA like a
the Fendi bucket like a shark's fin
Cool on you bitches but I'm dark-skinned
We walked in, seats courtside, dap Diddy, Will Ferrell on my by
At the US Open, there's much to Queens
Versace blu-blockers, row Oracene
money can buy
Three just spent on my Marty McFly's
Now I'm to the future, my career deja-vu you
you muthafuckers thought I would hardly survive