Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Fuck With Us

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

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

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

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

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

It's Trademark the truth, laid back,
I'm God, as if you needed some
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 knickknacks if you got on you
back live rounders, with five 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 with a raw vibe
Straight military camel clothes ash 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 bathroom

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

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

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

Predka's the name, the rest of you lame
I'm ego drivin', seen with different women, every and frame
I refine my game by 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 cars bars bonds and stocks you see my flow
are small-time suckers 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 fuck us
Y'all bound to lose, another one bites the