Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Trust Her

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

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

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

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

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?

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

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

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

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

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