Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Fuck With Us

We it hoppin' like the cars with the shocks
We spittin' heat on block
We new to the game, but the spot
Numbin' your knot with baselines make ya neck break

This rook'll take your queen and put ya in checkmate
Open your without makin' ya meditate
We real champs, y'all featherweight
Time to get it straight, I push your wig
Crew loaded up extra bread like a Big Mac

Beefin' with us? leavin' you face down
bitch rappers like I'm straight outta A-Town
Runnin' the like it was a track meet
Shoes on the that be bigger than Shaq's feet

We big things, bank account's overgrown
All of cheese, swiss, cheddar, provolone
to burn wax like candles
Track hard to the head like shots of Jack Daniels

Y'all, bitch crews, don't fuck with us
Y'all bound to lose, another one bites the
Y'all, bitch crews, don't wanna fuck us
Y'all bound to lose, another one bites the

It's Trademark the truth, laid back,
I'm God, as if you needed proof
You ain't hard I can see it on you, I a roof
Fuck a droptop, if I'm creepin' on you

Click-clack nickel back knickknacks if you got on you
Spittin' back live rounders, with pounders
If we on two, I put a beatin' on you
Your tired buddy, that's why I'm sleepin' on you

We lean back in the ride, cream stackin' the rawhide
The sound of God slide a raw vibe
Straight military camel ash brown boots
So sick, I've handlin' flows

Since enamel was tooth and branded by low
You cold fuck like hoes at 7 below
You slow, you be the last to
My hands seen more fuckin' dirt than sinks

Y'all, crews, don't wanna fuck with us
Y'all bound to lose, another one the dust
Y'all, bitch crews, don't wanna with us
Y'all bound to lose, one bites the dust

I got punks, dumps and switches, dump bitches
We feed you to the sharks, you can sleep the fishes
you like dishes but I ain't no busboy
You family, you ain't earnin' my trust boy

Seen too bitches that'll double cross ya
We bring more drama than the Laker
Get the click pissed, ain't can save ya
Throw heat without lookin' Fernando Valenzuela

Marc Predka's the name, the rest of you
I'm ego drivin', seen with different women, every and frame
I my game by fuckin' famous bitches
But it's all the same, it's just ex to the

For sex or brain, or Mrs
Married or not, my game stop
It's bars bonds and stocks you ain't see my flow
Y'all are small-time like a knee-high hoe

Y'all, bitch crews, wanna fuck with us
bound to lose, another one bites the dust
Y'all, bitch crews, don't wanna with us
Y'all bound to lose, another one the dust