Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Mess Around

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

I was a on the ghetto blocks
In the end trend thangs servin out them rocks (baby)
Quanties but I know
In this contest I got to hold
Got a gun Scottie
And he bout to put his on him
I if he know 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
Bustin' got me stuck, (damn) All I see is brains
2 more got to go and I got the aim still
blame this
I said you was go bleed when I
It was a matter of time before my mind it speed
Proceed with 2 slaves damn it up like Keize Soza
Broke it off to a J'
For all the pay
My say a better day
And I believe that
Money go make souls leave nigga

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You see I don't fuck around I don't have to say
Cause all the G's my way
Know I don't play (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 minute and the flavor good
understood
That this got to eat (I'm hungry)
So I'm a handle my bussiness on these triflin'
My keeps
My at ease at all times
Along with a blunt helps all crimes
My style brangin' the whole, put me crack
My stack
Even though I did erase the (so what)
that
A takin' and robbin' for his
I want to the surviving kids
me
Next I bought me some plastic glocks
And my lil homies how to sell and bag these rocks
I'm a beast some say I'm just like
my respect with my A-k shottie
Don't karate
But I got hands of steel
(slap slap I tell ya bout playin huh)
But baby in these it's kill or be killed
skills
Ready to do I gotta
for 1-3 so I got a lot on the collar (come hollar at the collar)
Herion and
shit go keep me in power
I want as my mattress and take moet showers
deals go sour
That's why my gat on the
So want ya come test the mother fuckin' alive

x2]

I ain't to be fucking with I'm a Jones
Born to get it on for the
The dirt I did got me Capone
homes
In revenge, for my partners and
Murdered men
Some but mostly for ends
My
Be forgotten, actin rotten
With the cocaine
I got the poppin'
up stragetted warfares
For my heirs,
I care
For that ? got me
Somewhere made it home
there loss souls
Heads I done toss
in the crossroads (handle that)
The yard full with mother fuckers who died in the
But a car full of niggas crying my name
pain like Charde
But in my way (my way)
Split a blunt on the (highway)
it was my say (my say)
I died day but GOD told me finish my task
Hit the hash, grab all the and cash
And

[Chorus end]