Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Play Wit It

What it is man? Sup, Joc, Block Entertainment
Yeah, you wan' know somethin'? Whatchu know 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 your
Your re-up ain't right, nope, nope
Your off nigga, get that shit right
'em shawty, let me talk to y'all

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

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

'Cause you don't want to 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, turn your smile to a

Yeah, I know, you think I'm
'Til I kick the do' and the they rush in
Lay on the flo' where you keep the coke in
You say, "I don't know" then blood start gushin'

I done 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
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 wit'cha life
Don't wit it, don't play wit it
Don't play wit it, nigga, don't wit it

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

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

I trippin' now I'm lettin' 'em pass, got that ass
So I'm in the good, nigga smokin' a thermostat
Flashin' hella stacks, pie Pontiac
for these hoes with my money, what kinda shit is that?

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

I told your ass once, told 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

I told 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, play wit it

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

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

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

You're fuckin' with my paper, ye ain't
I'ma them gators, in the middle of the night
Let 'em your tater, in front your wife
No one can ya, put out your lights

I done told your ass once, told 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 done told your ass once, told ass twice
with my paper, you're 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?