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 the spot
Numbin' your knot with baselines that'll make ya neck

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

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

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

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

Trademark the truth, laid back, aloof
I'm God, as if you some proof
You ain't I can see it on you, I need a roof
a droptop, crop if I'm creepin' on you

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

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

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

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

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

too many bitches that'll double cross ya
We bring more drama the Laker roster
Get the pissed, ain't nobody can save ya
Throw heat without lookin' like Fernando

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

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

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