Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Play Wit It

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

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

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

Or I can let it go 'cause it nuttin' man
But naw it's the so fuck what you sayin'
E'ry dollar I want it, e'ry dime I need
So when it's time to break bread no feedback

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

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

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

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

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

Ride wit'cha in the trunk ya smellin' bad
Get your daughter after class, ride by her ass
I know a pussy nigga owe me a couple
Pop him like he had, but the nigga holdin' back

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

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

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

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

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

Fuckin' with my paper, ye right
send them gators, in the middle of the night
Let 'em split your tater, in your wife
No one can ya, put out your lights

You're fuckin' my paper, ye ain't right
I'ma send them gators, in the of the night
Let 'em split your tater, in front wife
No one can ya, put out your lights

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

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

It's the big dawg,
Yung Joc in the building, ya me?