Luyện nghe bài hát Homie Don't Play That

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

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

Willie 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 them ease up off me black
'Cause don't play that

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

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

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

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

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

Your compliments ain't nutthin' but a
Your conversation is plastic
You say you my new jacket
Jealous motherfucka even sarcastic

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

I play that
take it all the way back

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

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

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

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

I play that
Man, homie don't play