Luyện nghe bài hát Homie Don't Play That

Don't say I warn ya
playin' them hoe games
Like me out on my name
Some a are still gonna try to show off
And get in ya goddamn mouth

I won't understand how a man can a man
A or a hoe and be playin' in my book, that's a no-no
Your mouth don't a check that your ass can't cash, bro
Pop you on the for what
Niggas got when they played too much

D'll tap a bitch and that's it
Anything is punk shit
I'll give you some a this, and a this
They're special effects but you can bet
I got something to make them hoes up off me black
homie don't play that

A lot of got they ass kicked
'Cause hard heads and rankin' mix
But if you gonna cap on other
You gotta know it's gettin' personal sucker

Instead of eatin' up your homeboys
See, that's how a gettin' killed
Fools like to joke your serious
So, to kill the bullshit I stopped wit her, period

Don't snatch my hat off my like we're homies
And greet me wit a [unverified] you don't know me
Play with your or your father
You got no pussy, I don't even wanna be bothered

And you bet' not act like you swang
'Cause I'm pretty good with them
So, call my bluff, do what you and
I'ma you read these Nikes, wrastlin' ain't masculine

You say you go to war B
of tryin' to test me
Horse playin' like an
Will get ass wrapped up like a present

Your compliments ain't nutthin' but a
Your whole is plastic
You say you like my new
Jealous motherfucka even sound

It's in your voice when we shootin' the
Maytag ass nigga ain't nuttin' but a
Ain't got no back 'cause you're frontin' black
Man, homie play that

I don't play
Let's it all the way back

Niggas say, I'm
When I say your comments about my lady
They say, "You're lucky, I I had a girl like that"
I never smile I know where they hearts is at
All in front of my sayin', how pretty she looks

Game recognized, I wrote the
"Got a good thing, hold tight, lose her brother"
You may as well straight up, say, you fuck her
Still run deep, man

And ain't nothing worse than one who like a friend
Call your crib when they know you ain't
to rap to your girl on the telephone
Snake in the grass, I see him comin' from a away I start gunnin'

And every time one
You can see a wit they face on it in the mailbox
See, we ain't that cool, you can play wit my girl
And try to get a free feel fool or conversate wit us

Then I have to in and stop ya from goin' on and on
that idle chatter
You say just bein' friendly, ain't that a bitch?
You could be my brother, my but the fact
Is homie don't play

I don't play
Man, homie don't that