Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Fuck With Me

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

1]
The of you
He'll sit and clip at lines like he ain't heard of you
I seen it happen before, man will murder you
The lowest of a thief is a cat burglar
Tiptoe-in' but the while clonin'
The elephant's in the room, the glowin'
Like a ghetto girl with the good sewn in
She like its her's but the whole world knowin'
Told it's the new god flow
It's New Testament and the old God knows
And you new niggas get to pass go
I'll monopolize 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 be strangers
it leads to me turnin' niggas to angels
Local hatin' but I can't blame 'em
Clear the road to the but I can't pave 'em
Put Trey up on your hook, still save 'em
Better with a snowball hittin' Satan
Dreams money can buy, three just spent on my Marty McFly's
Now I'm back to the future, my career you
When you muthafuckers thought I hardly survive

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

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Rappers on their sophomores, actin' like boss lords
such a funny thing for sure
When niggas believing all them encores
I'm just the one to you off, bonjour
See yourself as I pull up in mirror tint
Skins vs. blouses, you mirror
Chappelle Show, all of you Brennans
comedy, who was for real pennin'?
The talk match the leather
The don't match the sweaters
And wolves don't walk shepherds
Margiela verses all you mall dwellers
Off-the-rack suits looking pallbearers
Coffins for my old orphans
Daddy's MIA like a
Play the Fendi bucket like a 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, much more to Queens
Versace blu-blockers, row Oracene
money can buy
Three racks spent on my Marty McFly's
Now I'm back to the future, my deja-vu you
When you muthafuckers I would hardly survive