Luyện nghe bài hát Homie Don't Play That

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

I won't understand how a man can a man
A bitch or a hoe and be 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 when they played too

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 special effects but you can bet
I got something to make them hoes ease up off me
'Cause don't play that

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

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

Don't my hat off my head like we're homies
And greet me wit a cause you don't know me
Play with your mother or 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 Nikes, wrastlin' ain't masculine

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

Your ain't nutthin' but a racket
Your conversation is plastic
You say you like my new
Jealous even sound sarcastic

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

I play that
take 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 'cause I know where they is at
All in front of my girl sayin', how pretty she

recognized, I wrote the book
"Got a good thing, hold tight, don't her brother"
You may as well straight up, say, you 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
to rap to your girl on the telephone
Snake in the grass, I see him comin' from a away I start gunnin'

And every one drops
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 feel fool or conversate wit us alone

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

I play that
Man, homie play that