Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Fuck With Us

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

This rook'll take queen 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 up with extra bread like a Big Mac

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

We big things, bank 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, crews, don't wanna fuck with 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

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

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

We lean back in the ride, with stackin' the rawhide
The of God slide with a raw vibe
Straight military camel 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 to think
My hands seen more fuckin' dirt than sinks

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

too many bitches that'll double cross ya
We bring drama than the Laker roster
Get the click pissed, ain't nobody can ya
Throw heat without 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, just ex to the next

For sex or brain, or Mrs
Married or not, my game stop
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, wanna fuck with us
Y'all bound to lose, another one the dust
Y'all, bitch crews, wanna fuck with us
Y'all bound to lose, another one bites the