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
sit and clip at your lines like he ain't heard of you
I seen it happen before, that man murder you
The lowest form of a is a cat burglar
Tiptoe-in' but the while clonin'
The in the room, the bitch glowin'
a ghetto girl with the good weave sewn in
She walk like its her's but the whole world
Told niggas the new god flow
It's New Testament and the old God knows
And you new don't get to pass go
I'll monopolize Boardwalk Empire
So don't me in the same breath, I'm Genghis
Just venting I never to be famous
Truth told I'd rather be strangers
Before it leads to me turnin' to angels
Local niggas hatin' but I blame 'em
Clear the road to the riches but I pave 'em
Put Trey up on your hook, still save 'em
Better chance with a hittin' Satan
Dreams money can buy, three racks just spent on my 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 people out there to be with
I am not one
Gang
Don't with me

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Rappers on their sophomores, actin' they boss lords
Fame a funny thing for sure
niggas start believing all them encores
I'm just the one to send you off,
See yourself as I up in that mirror tint
Skins vs. blouses, you Prince
Chappelle Show, all of you Neal
Sketch comedy, who was for real
The don't match the leather
The swag don't the sweaters
And wolves don't with shepherds
These Margiela verses all you dwellers
Off-the-rack suits like pallbearers
Coffins for my old orphans
Daddy's MIA a dolphin
the Fendi bucket like a shark's fin
Cool J-ing on you but I'm dark-skinned
We in, seats courtside, dap Diddy, Will Ferrell on my walk by
At the US Open, there's more to Queens
Versace blu-blockers, row behind
Dreams can buy
Three racks spent on my Marty McFly's
Now I'm back to the future, my deja-vu you
When you muthafuckers thought I hardly survive