Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Trust Her

Yeah, don't her
Don't yo' nigga
Yeah, uhh

Now do you love your bitch or do you trust your
Now do you your nigga or do you trust your nigga? Yeah

[Verse
Now do you love your bitch or do you trust bitch?
Cause niggaz gotta tendencies to follow they
You down Too $hort girl? He a ho
I'll snatch a bitch up e'ry show, and hit the mo-mo
But certain niggaz fall in love with them
Nigga the pussy ain't yours cause another nigga her
Seen a little mo' game, she took a rang and some bigger and thangs
Starin at the chain and the in the rang
Now who she wanna leave with, she know we got the
The wearin dickies or the niggaz givin hickies
She what she want, she want that California funk
Them hundred spoke thangs with juice up in the trunk
She wanna ride down the with the top back
But she know I gotta hit before we start
Man don't her

[Interlude
(Aiyyo) Man, see what the fuck I'm talkin about
(What?) You trust a bitch!
(The fuck you mean?) What'chu mean? Where the you been?
(Me and my Robin went to the car wash)
I don't wanna hear shit
Robin me lookin for yo' motherfuckin ass
What the fuck you (whatever, whatever)
That's the fuck I'm talkin 'bout, I'm talkin 'bout
(You trippin) I can't yo' motherfuckin ass
You need to get yo' ass the fuck up outta
(Nigga just fuck, okay?)
No I even fuckin, ain't worth that motherfucker

Now do you love your or do you trust your bitch?
Now do you love your or do you trust your nigga?
Nigga what, what what wha-what?

[Verse
Now you you be trustin yo' man, but I'ma tell you right now
The man make the plans
It's like when I step up in the club I gotta catch my
9 times out of 10 I cain't myself
I don't really mean to cheat, I ain't lyin I'm a
goin beep and I'm steady tryin to creep
I admit, I'm a -
I did what I had to do to get in her
I simply in her ear
her I'm the man, tell her what she wanna hear
Now I'm I can hit it
Cause the was soundin good cause she bought it and she bit it
I'm with $hort Dawg, I'm the next thang comin
You heard Yeah I'm the first one
My name Stud baby girl, you ain't of us?
"$hort Records: In We Tru$t?"
I died if I wasn't high - you ain't heard that?
But matter of fact, I got some weed in the
We can finish these and go smoke that shit
And from there, ain't no tellin where we get
But don't her

Two]
That's the type of I'm talkin about (what?)
That fuckin around shit man that shit is not
(Fuckin around nigga, you been fuckin around too some-a your hoes)
(Now how you come off on me like that?)
Man you ain't got no clue, you don't know what the goin on f'real
(Anyway) I'm bout to business (I know)
Oh baby what's up? (I know what you doin out there okay?)
Bitch, the fuck you think I'm doin?
(Well as as you bringin that lucci home to me baby)

Now do you love your bitch or do you trust your
Now do you love nigga or do you trust your nigga?
Nigga what what, what wha-what?

Three]
You see it's way 12 and I'm out wit'cho bitch
Tossin up, you workin on the midnight shift
Got you fucked up mad, bout to start a
She won't answer the phone, won't your page
took for what you got yet you treat her real dapper
She all yo' change and she spend it on us rappers
all in yo' house, bustin all on yo' sheets
When I to yo' town, I be doggin yo' freak
Then you come back home all on that ho
Would have a fit knowin she was suckin Joe
She money and excitement, that's why y'all always fightin
And a workin-haulic, she want you to be ballin
When it all down, you cain't trust that bitch
If she make you too mad you might bust bitch
Be locked down in county for assaultin
But for love and the pussy you done bought that
Don't her

Don't trust her, trust that bitch
Now do you love your bitch or do you trust bitch?
trust her
Now do you love your or do you trust your nigga?
Nigga what, what what wha-what?