Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Make

Don't make, make, me kill, me kill
No body in here, in here
shoot, I'mma shoot, 3 shots, 3 shots
Somebody made me hot, me hot
make, don't make, me kill, me kill
No body in here, in here
I'mma shoot, shoot, 3 shots, 3 shots
done made me hot, me hot

You got me fucked up, we shoot and hit targets
Meat market, chop up who start shit
MJG, rippin' holes in gaurds
line, polices' and boys who think they body hard
And when the party started, I thought we was all
I figured that everybody be here all livin'
You standin' too partna, you askin' too much baby
You need to get way from round me, before our goin' crazy

They ma-ny niggaz come round, talkin'
They hot, but they not, fuckin' fat boy and MJ
we the truth, holla at a playa man
Streets are the booth, we at you hatas man
Soft ass niggaz make they chin hit the
Off bran take they cheese and they hoe
Mafio, Mafio, niggaz know, niggas
When real live G's hit the door, hit the door

make, don't make, me kill, me kill
No mu'fuckin' body in here, in
I'mma shoot, shoot, 3 shots, 3 shots
Somebody made me hot, me hot
Don't make, don't make, me kill, me
No mu'fuckin' in here, in here
I'mma shoot, I'mma shoot, 3 shots, 3
Somebody done me hot, me hot

I got a 22, not much bigger my finger
A winchester pistol grip pump a head ringer
A two shot derringer, not little
A big 40 glock, just me the gun slanger
AK spray to kill the front line
One and thirty dead from squeezin' off one time
All you muthafuckin' niggaz, yappin' that fly lip
Let it rip, slip, I'm workin' with fly clips

We deep and every nigga with me got they ice on
Look, gottta brake your face like Roy Jones
Crush your bones when it's on, we ain't never
Them Memphis boys, we so serious it's 'bout that bread
Kidnap family members, niggaz don't leave no witness
They all love a gangsta, that be so addictive
When we up, they know who we are by the car
We blowin' big, and you know Diddy he buy the bar

make, don't make, me kill, me kill
No mu'fuckin' body in here, in
I'mma shoot, shoot, 3 shots, 3 shots
Somebody made me hot, me hot
make, don't make, me kill, me kill
No body in here, in here
I'mma shoot, shoot, 3 shots, 3 shots
Somebody done me hot, me hot

your vest off, I'm blowin' your neck off and eyes out
High speed chase, follow you to your hideout
Shoot your fuckin' tires out, try to ride now
What happend to the bass in your voice, you just cryin'
Thought you was a man, you starting to fine now
The grim reaper lookin' for ya, and boy it's time now
And the roll, shit out the right side of your head man
Ain't no way for retaliation when a dead man

Not a scared man, we it, out the frame
We stayin' away from lames, and run the game
I do it like G, you ain't with me
Eightball, MJG, we for Tennesee
murder and homicide, and daily niggaz die
And daily ride, it don't mean with we you wise
Money, and the power, the weak, they get
Them boys that disrespect, with bullets get showered

make, don't make, me kill, me kill
No body in here, in here
I'mma shoot, I'mma shoot, 3 shots, 3
done made me hot, me hot
Don't make, don't make, me kill, me
No mu'fuckin' body in here, in
I'mma shoot, I'mma shoot, 3 shots, 3
Somebody done me hot, me hot
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