Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Play Wit It

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

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

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

Or I can let it go it ain't nuttin' man
But naw it's the principle so fuck you sayin'
dollar I want it, e'ry dime I need 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 can't help it, just how we get down
Let off a couple rounds, turn smile to a frown

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 know" then your blood start gushin'

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

I done told your ass once, told your ass
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 come once again' Mr. Man
Smokin' on the bad, pistol in my other hand
Fuckin' with my rubber bands, get ass murdered fast
Chop you up and chop ya, 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 never had, but the holdin' back

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

I ain't feelin' that, pay me for my fuckin'
E'ry dime off e'ry zone, don't gimme
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, fuckin' wit'cha life
play wit it, don't play wit it
Don't play wit it, nigga, 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, play wit it
play wit it, nigga, don't play wit it

Better know the repercussions fuckin' with my
Yeah, I got a hitman for the
Leave your baby momma and I touch many fans
If ye tryin' to see it, I suggest 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 wig leakin' like you spilled spaghetti sauce

with my paper, ye ain't 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

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

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
Don't play wit it, nigga, play wit it

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

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