Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Play Wit It

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

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

This ain't believe so why the fuck is you playin'
You better listen to what 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 the principle so fuck what you sayin'
E'ry dollar I want it, e'ry dime I need
So it's time to break bread gimme no feedback

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

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 know" then your blood start gushin'

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

Here he once again' Mr. Murder Man
on the purple bad, pistol in my other hand
Fuckin' with my bands, get your ass murdered 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 after class, ride by her ass
I know a pussy nigga owe me a stack
Pop him like he never had, but the nigga back

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

I ain't feelin' that, pay me for my pack
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 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, don't 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, don't wit it
Don't play wit it, nigga, don't wit it

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

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

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

You're with my paper, ye ain't right
send them gators, in the middle of the night
Let 'em split your tater, in front your
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, 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, fuckin' wit'cha life
play wit it, don't play wit it
Don't play wit it, nigga, play wit it

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