Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Play Wit It

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

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

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

Or I can let it go 'cause it nuttin' man
But naw it's the so fuck what you sayin'
E'ry dollar I want it, e'ry dime I need
So when it's time to break gimme no feedback

you don't want to piss me off
And I get to poppin' like we Cristal
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
I kick the do' and the goons they rush in
Lay down on the flo' where you the coke in
You say, "I know" then your blood start gushin'

I told your ass once, told your ass twice
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

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

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

Ride wit'cha in the trunk 'til ya bad
Get your daughter after class, ride by her ass
I a pussy nigga owe me a couple stack
Pop him he never 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 Pontiac
Actin' for these hoes my money, what kinda shit is that?

I ain't feelin' that, pay me for my fuckin'
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 done told 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 ass once, told your ass twice
Fuckin' with my paper, fuckin' wit'cha life
Don't play wit it, play wit it
Don't wit it, nigga, don't play wit it

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

All I'm sayin', don't try to play me like I'm
Treat you like mosquitoes when I skeet you that off
That Joc crawl blood, call me Red Cross
your wig leakin' like 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 wife
No one can save ya, put out your

You're with my paper, ye ain't right
send 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 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, fuckin' wit'cha life
Don't play wit it, play wit it
play wit it, nigga, don't play wit it

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