Luyện nghe bài hát Homie Don't Play That

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

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

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

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' personal

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

Don't snatch my hat off my head like we're
And me wit a [unverified] cause you don't know me
Play your mother 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 good with them thangs
So, call my bluff, do you like and
make you read these Nikes, wrastlin' ain't masculine

You say you go to war B
Instead of to test me
Horse like an adolescent
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 we shootin' the shit
Maytag ass nigga ain't nuttin' but a
Ain't got no back 'cause you're frontin' black
Man, homie don't play

I don't that
Let's take it all the way

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

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

And ain't nothing worse than one who fronts 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 every one drops
You can see a card wit face on it in the mailbox
See, we ain't that cool, where you can play wit my
And try to get a free fool or conversate wit us alone

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

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