Luyện nghe bài hát Homie Don't Play That

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

I won't how a man can call a man
A bitch or a hoe and be playin' in my book, that's a
Your mouth don't write a check that your ass 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 you some a this, and some a this
They're special effects but you can bet
I got something to make them hoes up off me black
homie don't play that

A lot of got they ass kicked
'Cause heads and rankin' don't mix
But if you gonna cap on each
You know when it's gettin' personal sucker

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

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

And you not act like you wanna swang
I'm pretty good with them thangs
So, my bluff, do what you like and
I'ma make you read these Nikes, wrastlin' ain't

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

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

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

I play that
Let's take it all the way

say, I'm crazy
When I say keep your comments my lady
say, "You're lucky, I wish I had a girl 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, lose her brother"
You may as straight up, say, you wanna fuck her
Still run deep, man

And ain't nothing than one who fronts like a friend
Call your crib 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, 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 goin' on and on
that idle chatter
You say your just bein' friendly, ain't a bitch?
You could be my brother, my father but the
Is homie play that

I don't that
Man, homie play that