Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Fuck With Us

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

This rook'll take queen and put ya king in checkmate
Open your mind makin' ya meditate
We real champs, y'all featherweight
Time to get it straight, I push wig back
Crew loaded up with extra like a Big Mac

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

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

Y'all, bitch crews, wanna fuck 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, another one the dust

It's the truth, laid back, aloof
I'm God, as if you needed 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 knickknacks if you got heaters on you
back 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 in the ride, with cream stackin' the rawhide
The sound of God slide a raw vibe
Straight military camel clothes ash brown
So sick, been handlin' flows

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

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

Seen too many bitches that'll double ya
We bring drama than the Laker roster
Get the click pissed, ain't nobody can 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 fuckin' famous
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 ain't see my
Y'all are small-time like a knee-high hoe

Y'all, bitch crews, wanna fuck with us
Y'all to lose, another one bites the dust
Y'all, bitch crews, wanna fuck with us
Y'all to lose, another one bites the dust