Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Play Wit It

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

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

This make believe so why the fuck 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 'cause it nuttin' man
But naw it's the principle so what you sayin'
E'ry dollar I want it, dime I need that
So it's time to break bread 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 how we get down
Let off a couple rounds, turn your 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 keep the in
You say, "I don't know" then blood start gushin'

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, play wit it

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

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

Ride wit'cha in the trunk 'til ya bad
Get your after class, ride by snatch her ass
I a pussy nigga owe me a couple 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' a thermostat
Flashin' hella stacks, pie nigga
Actin' for these with my money, what kinda shit is that?

I feelin' that, pay me for my fuckin' pack
E'ry dime off 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 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 your ass once, your 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

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

All I'm sayin', don't try to play me I'm soft
Treat you like mosquitoes when I skeet you with off
That Joc 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 tater, in front your wife
No one can ya, put out your 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 done told 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 wit it, nigga, don't play wit it

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

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