Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Play Wit It

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

This make believe so why the fuck is you playin'
You listen close to what the fuck I'm sayin'
'Cause really all it takes is a couple
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, e'ry dime I that
So when time to break bread 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 how we get down
Let off a rounds, turn your smile to a frown

Yeah, I know, you I'm bluffin'
'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 your blood gushin'

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 play wit it, nigga, play wit it

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, don't wit it

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

wit'cha in the trunk 'til ya smellin' bad
Get your daughter class, ride by snatch her ass
I know a pussy 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 like a thermostat
Flashin' hella stacks, pie Pontiac
Actin' for these with my money, what kinda shit is that?

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

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

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

Better know the repercussions fuckin' with my
Yeah, I got a hitman for the
Leave your baby momma numb and I touch 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, nigga call me Red
Leave your wig leakin' like you spilled spaghetti

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

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

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

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