Luyện nghe bài hát Homie Don't Play That

Don't say I didn't ya
About them hoe games
callin' me out on my name
Some a are still gonna try to show off
And get busted in ya goddamn

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

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

A lot of suckers got ass kicked
'Cause hard heads and don't mix
But if you cap on each other
You gotta know when it's gettin' personal

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

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

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

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

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

It's in voice when we shootin' the shit
Maytag ass nigga ain't but a bitch
Ain't got no back 'cause you're always 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 about my
They say, "You're lucky, I I had a girl like that"
I never smile 'cause I know they hearts is at
All in front of my sayin', how pretty she looks

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

And ain't worse than one who fronts like a friend
Call crib when they know you ain't home
Tryin' to rap to your on the telephone
Snake in the grass, I see him comin' from a mile away I gunnin'

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

Then I have to step in and stop ya from on and on
With that chatter
You say your just bein' friendly, that a bitch?
You could be my brother, my father but the
Is don't play that

I don't that
Man, homie play that