Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Play Wit It

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

Preach on, y'all niggaz comin' up short on your
Your re-up 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 close to what the fuck I'm sayin'
'Cause really all it takes is a couple
Like AT&T, I out and I touch a man

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

'Cause you don't want to me off
And I get to poppin' like we poppin'
See I help it, that's just how we get down
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 on the flo' where you keep the coke in
You say, "I don't know" then your 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 told your ass once, told your ass twice
Fuckin' with my paper, fuckin' wit'cha 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 purple bad, pistol in my other
Fuckin' with my rubber bands, get your ass fast
Chop you up and ya, then stuff ya in a duffel bag

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

I trippin' 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 feelin' that, pay me for my fuckin' pack
dime off e'ry 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 done told your ass once, told ass twice
Fuckin' with my paper, fuckin' wit'cha 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 play wit it, don't wit it
play wit it, nigga, don't play wit it

Better know the fuckin' with my dividends
Yeah, I got a hitman for the
Leave your baby numb and I touch many fans
If ye ain't tryin' to see it, I suggest you prayin'

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

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

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

I done told your ass once, told your ass
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

I done your 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 wit it, nigga, don't play wit it

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