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 this motherfuckin' time to let y'all niggaz know
I'm tired of playin' games, I'm of playin' witchu man

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

This ain't make so why the fuck is you playin'
You listen close to what the fuck I'm sayin'
'Cause really all it takes is a grand
Like AT&T, I reach out and I 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 dime I that
So when it's time to break gimme no feedback

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

Yeah, I know, you think I'm
I kick 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 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, don't wit it

I done your ass once, told your ass twice
with 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

Here he once again' Mr. Murder 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, then ya in a duffel bag

Ride wit'cha in the trunk 'til ya bad
Get your daughter class, ride by snatch her ass
I know a pussy nigga owe me a stack
Pop him like he had, but the nigga holdin' back

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

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

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

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

Better know the repercussions with my dividends
Yeah, I got a for the hitmen
Leave your baby momma numb and I touch fans
If ye tryin' to see it, I suggest you start prayin'

All I'm sayin', try to play me like I'm soft
Treat you like when I skeet you with that off
Joc crawl blood, nigga call me Red Cross
Leave your wig leakin' you spilled spaghetti sauce

Fuckin' with my paper, ye right
I'ma send them gators, in the of the night
Let 'em split your tater, in front wife
No one can ya, put out your 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 done told your ass once, told ass twice
Fuckin' with my paper, you're fuckin' wit'cha
Don't wit it, don't play wit it
Don't play wit it, nigga, play wit it

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

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