Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Play Wit It

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

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

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

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

'Cause you 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 think I'm
'Til I kick the do' and the they rush in
Lay down on the flo' where you the coke in
You say, "I don't know" then your blood start

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 wit it, nigga, don't play wit it

I done told your ass once, told your ass
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

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

Ride wit'cha in the trunk ya smellin' bad
Get your after class, ride by snatch her ass
I know a pussy nigga owe me a couple
Pop him like he had, but the nigga holdin' 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 Pontiac
Actin' for hoes with my money, what kinda shit is that?

I ain't feelin' that, pay me for my pack
dime off e'ry 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 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, don't wit it

I done told your ass once, 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 fuckin' with my dividends
Yeah, I got a for the hitmen
Leave baby momma numb and I touch many fans
If ye ain't tryin' to see it, I suggest you prayin'

All I'm sayin', try to play me like I'm soft
Treat you like mosquitoes I skeet you with that off
That Joc crawl blood, nigga call me Red
Leave your wig leakin' like you spilled spaghetti

Fuckin' with my paper, ye 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

fuckin' 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 save ya, put out your

I done told your ass once, told your ass
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

I done told your ass once, told 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?