Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Fuck With Us

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

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

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

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

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

It's Trademark the truth, back, aloof
I'm God, as if you needed some
You ain't hard I can see it on you, I need a
a droptop, crop if I'm creepin' on you

Click-clack back knickknacks if you got heaters on you
Spittin' back live rounders, with five
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 with a raw
Straight military camel clothes ash boots
So sick, I've handlin' flows

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

Y'all, bitch crews, don't wanna fuck us
Y'all bound to lose, 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 with the fishes
you like dishes but I ain't no busboy
You ain't family, you earnin' my trust boy

Seen too many bitches double cross ya
We more drama than the Laker roster
Get the pissed, ain't nobody can save ya
Throw heat without like Fernando Valenzuela

Marc Predka's the name, the of you lame
I'm ego drivin', seen different women, every size and frame
I refine my game by fuckin' 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 bonds and stocks you ain't see my flow
are small-time suckers like a knee-high hoe

Y'all, bitch crews, don't wanna fuck us
bound 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