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

on, y'all niggaz comin' up short on your money
Your re-up ain't 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 is you playin'
You better listen close to what the fuck I'm
'Cause really all it is a couple grand
Like AT&T, I reach out and I a man

Or I can let it go 'cause it ain't man
But naw it's the principle so what 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 want to me off
And I get to poppin' like we poppin'
See I can't help it, that's just how we get
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 know" then your blood start gushin'

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

I told your ass once, told 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

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

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

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

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

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

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 wit it, nigga, don't play wit it

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

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

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

You're fuckin' my paper, ye ain't right
send them gators, in the middle of the night
Let 'em split your tater, in your 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 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' with my paper, you're wit'cha life
Don't play wit it, play wit it
Don't play wit it, nigga, play wit it

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