Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Play Wit It

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

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

This ain't believe so why the fuck is you playin'
You better listen to what the fuck I'm sayin'
'Cause really all it is a couple 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 principle so fuck you sayin'
E'ry dollar I want it, e'ry dime I need
So it's time to break bread gimme no feedback

'Cause you don't to piss 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 your to a frown

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

I done told your ass once, 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 wit'cha life
Don't play wit it, don't wit it
Don't wit it, nigga, don't play wit it

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

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

I ain't now I'm lettin' 'em pass, got that ass
So I'm in the good, nigga smokin' like a
hella stacks, pie nigga Pontiac
Actin' for these hoes with my money, what shit is that?

I ain't feelin' that, pay me for my fuckin'
E'ry dime off e'ry zone, don't 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 your ass
Fuckin' my paper, you're fuckin' wit'cha life
Don't play wit it, play wit it
play wit it, nigga, don't play wit it

I done told your ass once, 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

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

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

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

You're fuckin' with my paper, ye right
I'ma send them gators, in the of the night
Let 'em your tater, in front your wife
No one can save ya, put out your

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

I done told your ass once, told your ass
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

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