Luyện nghe bài hát Homie Don't Play That

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

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 don't write a check your ass can't cash, bro
Pop you on the for what
done got when 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
just special effects but you can bet
I got something to make them hoes up off me black
'Cause homie don't that

A lot of got they ass kicked
'Cause hard heads and don't mix
But if you gonna cap on other
You gotta know when gettin' personal sucker

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

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

And you bet' not act you wanna swang
I'm pretty 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
of tryin' to test me
Horse like an adolescent
Will get ass wrapped up like a present

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

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

I play that
Let's take it all the way

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

recognized, I wrote the book
"Got a good thing, hold tight, lose her brother"
You may as well straight up, say, you wanna her
waters run deep, man

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

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

Then I have to step in and ya from goin' on and on
that idle chatter
You say your just bein' friendly, that a bitch?
You could be my brother, my father but the
Is homie play that

I don't play
Man, homie play that