Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Trust Her

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

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

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

[Interlude
(Aiyyo) Man, see that's what the fuck I'm talkin
(What?) You can't a bitch!
(The fuck you mean?) What'chu mean? the fuck you been?
(Me and my girl 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 what the fuck I'm talkin 'bout, I'm 'bout
(You trippin) I can't trust yo' ass
You need to get yo' ass the fuck up here
(Nigga let's fuck, okay?)
No I ain't fuckin, ain't worth that motherfucker

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?

[Verse
Now you thinkin you be trustin yo' man, but tell you right now
The peter man the plans
like when I step up in the club I gotta catch my breath
9 times out of 10 I cain't myself
I don't mean to cheat, I ain't lyin I'm a freak
Pager goin beep and I'm steady tryin to
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, tell her she wanna hear
Now I'm I can hit it
Cause the shit was soundin cause she bought it and she bit it
I'm down with Dawg, I'm the next thang comin
You heard Badwayz? Yeah I'm the one
My name Stud girl, you ain't heard of us?
"$hort In Platinum We Tru$t?"
I hadda died if I wasn't high - you ain't that?
But matter of fact, I got weed in the 'llac
We can finish these drinks and go that shit
And from there, ain't no tellin we gon' get
But trust her

[Interlude
the type of shit I'm talkin about (what?)
That fuckin around shit man shit is not cool
(Fuckin around nigga, you been fuckin too with 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 yeah baby what's up? (I know what you doin out okay?)
Bitch, what the fuck you I'm doin?
(Well as as you bringin that lucci home to me baby)

Now do you love your bitch or do you your bitch?
Now do you love your nigga or do you trust your
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 a rage
She answer the phone, won't return your page
Gettin for what you got yet you treat her real dapper
She takin all yo' change and she spend it on us
Fuckin all in yo' house, all on yo' sheets
When I come to yo' town, I be yo' freak
Then you come back home all on that ho
Would a fit ever knowin she was suckin Joe
She love money and excitement, that's why y'all always
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 that
Be locked down in for assaultin shit
But for and the pussy you done bought that bitch
Don't her

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