Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Fuck With Us

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

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

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

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

Y'all, bitch crews, don't wanna with us
Y'all bound to lose, one bites the dust
Y'all, crews, don't 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 proof
You ain't hard I can see it on you, I need a
Fuck a droptop, crop if I'm on you

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

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

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

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

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

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

Marc the name, the rest of you lame
I'm ego drivin', seen different women, every size 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
or not, my game don't 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, 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, one bites the dust