Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Mess Around

[Fiend
My Lord, I'm in a bad situation
forgive me for my sins
Past, present, and
I ain't eat in a couple
All I'm to tell you
Is here, I see a oppurtunity to eat
It's them niggas across the street
And I'm go get em' [gun

I was a reject on the ghetto
In the end thangs trend servin out them rocks (baby)
Quanties but I know
In contest I got to hold somebody
Got a gun Scottie
And he bout to put his on him
I wanna if he I'm bout to put that gangsta lean on him (bzzzz)
Thinkin' to myself it's only for the worst if I him
When I'm cappin' of you take it personal
got me stuck, (damn) All I see is brains bitch
2 got to go and I got the aim still [gunshots]
Don't this
I said you was go when I greed
It was a matter of before my mind it find speed
Proceed with 2 slaves damn open it up like Soza
it off to a J' everyday
For all the pay
My say a better day
And I believe that
Money go make leave that nigga

x2]
You see I fuck around I don't even have to say
all the G's around my way
Know that I don't (nigga)

My mind already made that callin' the shots
(I'm the shots)
My nine already we got the ride that's hot(horn honking)
It done got to hot in my
So I'm a chill and make the flavor good
understood
That this got to eat (I'm hungry)
So I'm a my bussiness on these triflin' streets
My rifle
My mind at at all times
Along with a blunt helps all crimes
My style brangin' the whole, put me crack
My stack
Even though I did the black (so what)
Picture
A survivor takin' and for his
I want to the surviving kids
me
Next I done bought me plastic glocks
And teach my lil homies how to and bag these rocks
I'm a some say I'm just like Gotti
my respect with my A-k shottie
Don't karate
But I got some hands of
(slap slap didn't I ya bout playin huh)
But baby in these streets it's or be killed
Murderous
to do what I gotta
Keys for 1-3 so I got a lot on the collar (come at the collar)
Herion and
This shit go keep me in
I want money as my mattress and moet showers
Drug go sour
why my gat on the side
So ya come test the mother fuckin' baddest alive

x2]

I ain't to be fucking I'm a Jones nigga
Born to get it on for the
The I did got me named Capone
homes
In revenge, for my partners and
Murdered men
Some personal but for ends
My
Be forgotten, survivors actin
With the cocaine
I got the champange
Plottin up warfares
For my heirs,
I care
For that ? got me
Somewhere niggas made it
With loss souls
Heads I toss those
in the crossroads (handle that)
The full with mother fuckers who died in the game
But a car of niggas died crying my name
Releasing pain like
But in my way (my way)
Split a blunt on the (highway)
it was my say (my say)
I died that day but GOD told me my task
Hit the hash, grab all the guns and
And

[Chorus end]