Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Play Wit It

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

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

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 takes is a grand
AT&T, I reach out and I touch a man

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

'Cause you don't want to 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 couple rounds, turn smile to a frown

Yeah, I know, you think I'm
'Til I the do' and the goons they 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, told your ass
Fuckin' with my paper, you're fuckin' wit'cha
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, fuckin' wit'cha life
Don't play wit it, don't wit it
play wit it, nigga, don't play wit it

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

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

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

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

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 wit it, nigga, don't play wit it

I done told your ass once, 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

know the repercussions fuckin' with my dividends
Yeah, I got a for the hitmen
Leave your baby momma and I touch many fans
If ye ain't tryin' to see it, I suggest you start

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

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

You're with my paper, ye ain't right
I'ma send gators, in the middle of the night
Let 'em your tater, in front your wife
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, don't wit it
Don't play wit it, nigga, play wit it

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

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