Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Play Wit It

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

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

ain't make believe so why the fuck is you playin'
You better listen to what the fuck I'm sayin'
'Cause really all it is a couple grand
Like AT&T, I 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 what you
E'ry dollar I want it, e'ry I need that
So when it's to break bread gimme no feedback

'Cause you want 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 your to a frown

Yeah, I know, you think I'm
I kick the do' and the goons they rush in
Lay down on the flo' 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, fuckin' wit'cha life
play 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 play wit it, don't wit it
Don't play wit it, nigga, don't wit it

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

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

I trippin' now I'm lettin' 'em pass, got that ass
So I'm in the good, nigga smokin' a thermostat
hella stacks, pie nigga Pontiac
Actin' for these with my money, what kinda shit is that?

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 for the sucker in the parking lot

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

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

All I'm sayin', try to play 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 your wife
No one can save ya, put out lights

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

I told your ass once, told 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

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 wit it, nigga, don't play wit it

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