Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Play Wit It

What it is man? Sup, Yung Joc, Entertainment
Yeah, you wan' know somethin'? Whatchu wanna know
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, niggaz comin' up short on your money
Your shit ain't right, nope, nope
Your grams off nigga, get that right
Tell 'em shawty, let me to y'all

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You're fuckin' with my paper, ye right
I'ma send gators, in the middle 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, your ass twice
Fuckin' with my paper, you're fuckin' life
Don't play wit it, don't wit it
Don't play wit it, nigga, play wit it

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

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