Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Love No Bitches

Yo all bitches can pay for your own drink *echo*
You got real finger , pay yo' own rent
You don't need nobody to do shit for you, go
I want them bitches, dirt bomb project hoes
yo yo yo yo yo yo yo, you want me to tell you why?
Lets do it this!!yo

I was in love like a motherfuker, the bra-tons
My homies use to tell me that she was no
But I'm da manic in black, n-o-r's whores
So I figga niggas wouldn't fuck with
Guess I got caught up by one time
And I'm back on my way to county jail
Niggas tell ome on da that my pussy for sale
Peter pipper, pick a pepper, yo I'm pay-par
And I don't give a fuck as long as I
the phone like "shit,bitch why do you call? "
Fast foward now da scene,
Some of the best pussy that I ever got, nigga right in
Yo i'mma lefrak nigga, and right in between
Qb and jamaica know what I mean
Shorties wanna try and get me for creme
I don't forget no one, I put them all the team
I say

Yo yo I just don't love no
I jus don't love no hoe

Bitches to shit on me and make history
Supposely, I was the man da man that was
the jump-off, jumped-off,
In the jump-off,with the jump-off, let's it off
Pergalate, all my niggas get high,and baked
Mr. nice guy catch me with the smiley
of weed, for 96hundred, I'm blunted
Bitches wanna give me head, head, me I want it
From the ugly one's to the one's pretty
Victor, victory just like
Melvyn flynt now I jus take it
Yo i'mma real hustler, front up in your
use to call me nasty boy, mr. titties
I'm unlimited, see y'all little biddies
We like hungry out to get your kiddies
We like pitbulls out to get your kiddies

Yo I say, I just love no bitches
I just love no hoe hoe's

[chorus - (noreaga)]4x's
(yo ayyio) you getting my money (ain't)
You ain't getting my (nope)
You ain't getting my (not today)
So silly hoe you (not at a time)

Ayyio,cross on your album kid
I do a one off and still get a kid
Why you got a record deal, why that you're broke
Bet your lawyer question like "why do you smoke? "
You to stop getting high ,pay attention and croak
It's a lot of money, yo it ain't no joke
You gone get laid, you don't even get get paid
You want the rhyme kid, you wouldn't know what to say
You don't even really care dat trust you
Why all y'all players, play, I just hustle
You know I use my brain or flex a muscle
Knick knack, whack, give a dog a bone
Add a mllion more when capone come home
2 deep at da club, bottle wit chrome
You need to out the way ,nigga move out the zone
lace the beats and I took it home
I say

[chorus

Yea dedicated to dog, daz,and kurupt
And da dog pound gangsta,
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