Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Play Wit It

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

Preach on, y'all niggaz comin' up short on money
Your re-up shit right, nope, nope
grams off nigga, get that shit right
Tell 'em shawty, let me talk to

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

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

you don't want to piss me off
And I get to poppin' like we poppin'
See I can't help it, 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 they in
Lay down on the where you keep the coke in
You say, "I know" then your blood start gushin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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, play wit it

I done told your ass once, told your ass
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

Better know the repercussions fuckin' my dividends
Yeah, I got a for the hitmen
your baby momma numb and I touch many fans
If ye tryin' to see it, I suggest you start prayin'

All I'm sayin', try to play me like I'm soft
Treat you like mosquitoes when I you with that off
That Joc crawl blood, nigga call me Red
Leave your wig like you spilled spaghetti sauce

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

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

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

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