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 motherfuckin' time to let y'all niggaz know
I'm tired of playin' games, I'm tired of playin' man

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

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

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

'Cause you don't to piss me off
And I get to like we poppin' Cristal
See I can't it, that's just how we get down
Let off a couple rounds, your smile to a frown

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

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

I told your ass once, told your 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

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

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

I ain't trippin' now I'm lettin' 'em pass, got ass
So I'm in the good, smokin' like a thermostat
Flashin' hella stacks, pie nigga
Actin' for these hoes with my money, what 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, your ass twice
Fuckin' with my paper, you're fuckin' wit'cha
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, you're fuckin' wit'cha
play wit it, don't play wit it
Don't play wit it, nigga, don't wit it

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

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

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 them gators, in the middle of the night
Let 'em split your tater, in front your
No one can save ya, put out lights

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

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