Luyện nghe bài hát Homie Don't Play That

Don't say I warn ya
About playin' them hoe
callin' me out on my name
Some a y'all are still try to show off
And get in ya goddamn 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 when played too much

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

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

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

Don't snatch my hat off my head we're 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 even wanna be bothered

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

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

Your compliments nutthin' but a racket
Your whole conversation is
You say you like my new
motherfucka even sound sarcastic

It's in your when we shootin' the shit
ass nigga ain't nuttin' but a bitch
Ain't got no back 'cause you're always frontin'
Man, homie don't that

I play that
Let's take it all the way

Niggas say, I'm
I say keep your comments about 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 front of my sayin', how pretty she looks

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

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

And every time one
You can see a card wit they 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 wit us alone

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

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