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 y'all are still try to show off
And get busted in ya mouth

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your compliments ain't but a racket
Your conversation is plastic
You say you my new jacket
Jealous motherfucka even sarcastic

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

I don't play
take it all the way back

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

Game recognized, I the book
"Got a thing, hold tight, don't lose her brother"
You may as well straight up, say, you fuck her
waters run deep, man

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

And time one drops
You can see a card wit they on it in the mailbox
See, we that cool, where you can play wit my girl
And try to get a free feel or conversate wit us alone

Then I to step in and stop ya from goin' on and on
With that chatter
You say your just bein' friendly, ain't that a
You be my brother, my father but the fact
Is homie don't that

I play that
Man, homie play that