Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Play Wit It

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

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

This ain't make so why the fuck is you playin'
You better listen close to what the fuck I'm
'Cause 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 the principle so fuck what you sayin'
dollar I want it, e'ry dime I need that
So when it's time to break bread no feedback

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

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

I done told your ass once, your ass twice
Fuckin' with my paper, you're wit'cha life
Don't play wit it, 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, fuckin' wit'cha life
Don't play wit it, don't wit it
Don't 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' with my rubber bands, get 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 after class, ride by snatch her ass
I know a nigga owe me a couple stack
Pop him like he never had, but the nigga holdin'

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

I ain't that, pay me for my fuckin' pack
dime off e'ry 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 told your ass once, your ass twice
Fuckin' with my paper, you're wit'cha life
Don't play wit it, play wit it
Don't play wit it, nigga, play wit it

I done told your ass once, told ass twice
with my paper, you're fuckin' wit'cha life
Don't 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 hitman for the
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
you like mosquitoes when I skeet you with that off
That Joc blood, nigga call me Red Cross
Leave your wig leakin' you spilled spaghetti sauce

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

You're fuckin' my paper, ye ain't 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

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

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