Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Fuck With Us

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

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

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

We into big things, bank account's
All types of cheese, swiss, cheddar,
Guaranteed to burn wax like
Track hittin' 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, don't wanna with us
bound 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 I can see it on you, I need a roof
Fuck a droptop, if I'm creepin' on you

Click-clack nickel knickknacks if you got heaters 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 cream the rawhide
The of God slide with a raw vibe
Straight camel clothes ash brown boots
So sick, been handlin' flows

enamel was gold tooth and branded by low
You cold fuck Eskimo hoes at 7 below
You slow, you be the to think
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, crews, don't wanna fuck 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
Clean you like dishes but I no busboy
You family, you ain't earnin' my trust boy

Seen too many that'll double cross ya
We more drama than the Laker roster
Get the click pissed, nobody can save ya
Throw heat without lookin' Fernando Valenzuela

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

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