Luyện nghe bài hát Homie Don't Play That

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

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

Willie D'll tap a bitch and it
Anything is punk shit
I'll give you a this, and some a this
just special effects but you can bet
I got something to make them hoes ease up off me
'Cause homie play that

A lot of suckers got they ass
'Cause hard heads and rankin' mix
But if you gonna cap on other
You know when it's gettin' personal sucker

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

Don't snatch my hat off my head like homies
And greet me wit a [unverified] cause you know me
Play your mother 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, call my bluff, do what you and
I'ma make you read Nikes, wrastlin' ain't masculine

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And every time one
You can see a card wit face on it in the mailbox
See, we that cool, where you can play wit my girl
And try to get a free feel fool or conversate wit us

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

I don't that
Man, homie play that