Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Play Wit It

What it is man? Sup, Yung Joc, Entertainment
Yeah, you wan' somethin'? Whatchu wanna know nigga?
I'ma take this motherfuckin' time to let 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 off nigga, get that shit right
'em shawty, let me talk to y'all

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

Or I can let it go 'cause it ain't man
But naw it's the principle so fuck what you
dollar I want it, e'ry dime I need that
So when it's time to break bread gimme no

'Cause you don't to piss me off
And I get to poppin' we poppin' Cristal
See I can't 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 on the flo' where you keep the coke in
You say, "I don't know" your blood start gushin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I done told ass once, told your ass twice
Fuckin' with my paper, you're fuckin' wit'cha
Don't wit it, don't 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 numb and I touch 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
Treat you like mosquitoes when I skeet you with off
That Joc crawl blood, nigga me Red Cross
Leave your wig leakin' you spilled spaghetti sauce

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

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

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

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

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