Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Play Wit It

What it is man? Sup, Joc, Block Entertainment
Yeah, you wan' know somethin'? Whatchu wanna know
take this motherfuckin' time to let y'all niggaz know
I'm tired of games, I'm tired of playin' witchu man

Preach on, y'all niggaz comin' up short on your
Your shit ain't right, nope, nope
Your grams off nigga, get that shit
'em shawty, let me talk to y'all

This ain't make believe so why the is you playin'
You better close to what the fuck I'm sayin'
'Cause really all it takes is a grand
Like AT&T, I reach out and I a man

Or I can let it go 'cause it ain't man
But naw it's the principle so fuck what you
E'ry dollar I want it, e'ry dime I that
So when it's to break bread gimme no feedback

'Cause you don't to piss me off
And I get to like we poppin' Cristal
See I help it, that's just how we get down
Let off a couple rounds, turn your smile to a

Yeah, I know, you think I'm
'Til I kick the do' and the they rush in
Lay down on the where you keep the coke in
You say, "I don't know" your blood start gushin'

I done told ass once, told your ass twice
Fuckin' with my paper, you're fuckin' wit'cha
Don't play wit it, play wit it
play wit it, nigga, don't play wit it

I done your ass once, told your ass twice
Fuckin' with my paper, you're wit'cha life
Don't play wit it, don't wit it
Don't play wit it, nigga, play wit it

he come once again' Mr. Murder Man
Smokin' on the purple bad, pistol in my other
Fuckin' my rubber bands, get your ass murdered fast
Chop you up and ya, then stuff ya in a duffel bag

Ride wit'cha in the trunk 'til ya bad
Get your daughter after class, by snatch her ass
I know a nigga owe me a couple stack
Pop him he never had, but the nigga holdin' back

I ain't trippin' now I'm 'em pass, got that ass
So I'm in the good, smokin' like a thermostat
Flashin' hella stacks, pie nigga
Actin' for these with my money, what kinda shit is that?

I ain't feelin' that, pay me for my fuckin'
E'ry off e'ry zone, don't gimme that
See it time for the chrome, go on it out
Sad service for the sucker in the parking lot

I done told your ass once, your ass twice
Fuckin' with my paper, you're wit'cha life
Don't wit it, don't play wit it
play wit it, nigga, don't play wit it

I done your ass once, told your ass twice
Fuckin' my paper, you're fuckin' wit'cha life
play wit it, don't play wit it
Don't play wit it, nigga, don't wit it

know the repercussions fuckin' with my dividends
Yeah, I got a for the hitmen
Leave your baby momma numb and I touch fans
If ye ain't to see it, I suggest you start prayin'

All I'm sayin', don't try to play me I'm soft
Treat you like when I skeet you with that off
That Joc blood, nigga call me Red Cross
Leave wig leakin' like you spilled spaghetti sauce

Fuckin' with my paper, ye ain't
I'ma send gators, in the middle of the night
Let 'em split your tater, in your wife
No one can save ya, put out your

You're fuckin' with my paper, ye right
I'ma send them gators, in the of the night
Let 'em split your tater, in front wife
No one can save ya, put out lights

I done told your ass once, told ass twice
Fuckin' with my paper, you're fuckin' life
play wit it, don't play wit it
Don't play wit it, nigga, play wit it

I done told your ass once, your ass twice
Fuckin' with my paper, you're fuckin' life
Don't wit it, don't play wit it
Don't wit it, nigga, don't play wit it

the big dawg, Diesel
Yung Joc in the building, ya me?