Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Fuck With Us

We keep it hoppin' like the cars with the
We spittin' on your block
We new to the game, but runnin' the
Numbin' your knot with baselines that'll make ya break

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

Beefin' with us? We're leavin' you face
Stompin' bitch like I'm straight outta A-Town
Runnin' the like it was a track meet
Shoes on the whip that be bigger than feet

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

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

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

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

We lean back in the ride, cream stackin' the rawhide
The of God slide with a raw vibe
military camel clothes ash brown boots
So sick, been handlin' flows

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

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

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

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

Marc Predka's the name, the of you lame
I'm ego drivin', seen with women, every size and frame
I refine my by fuckin' famous bitches
But it's all the same, it's ex to the next

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

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