Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Play Wit It

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

Preach on, y'all niggaz comin' up short on your
Your re-up ain't right, nope, nope
Your 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 better listen close to the fuck I'm sayin'
really all it takes is a couple grand
Like AT&T, I out and I touch a man

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

'Cause you don't to piss me off
And I get to like we poppin' Cristal
See I help it, that's 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 rush in
Lay down on the flo' you keep the coke in
You say, "I know" then your blood start gushin'

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

I done 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, play wit it

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

Ride in the trunk 'til ya smellin' bad
Get daughter 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 now I'm lettin' 'em pass, got that ass
So I'm in the good, smokin' like a thermostat
Flashin' hella stacks, pie nigga
Actin' for these hoes with my money, what shit is that?

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

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 play wit it, nigga, don't wit it

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

Better 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 suggest you prayin'

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

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

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

I done told your ass once, told your ass
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 ass twice
Fuckin' with my paper, you're fuckin' wit'cha
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?