Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Havin' That

They don't us
up
They don't us
They ain't gotta us fuck them son

Starang forever like Wu Tang my brings drama
Hangin' your ass upside down by ya shoe
Smoke, 'em how we doin' this
Stop the whole shit to big up my newness

(Now, by all means)
I do a in New Orleans
And get wit b'out it 'bout it
(Starang, we missin' you)
year ATL we almost got physical

I can't talk, now, read about it in the
(While up in D&D)
I caught two and stitches
I was still gettin' bitches in the tunnel pictures
In the mazda to 'Kris, I Got Next'
I hot sex, so I ran and got the Lex

Aiyo, shit goes
Time to down, show up this a showdown
So, down low, now, I'm low
Hold down the fort, now wit a fo'
Blow down ya town first go round

Yo smile'll quickly be switched, bitch, and frown
I dig in ya pockets and take all the dope out
Lay ya gold out now and don't one word
the fuck up, probably cryin' hold down

Tired of asses, takin' shit for a joke
Now, watch you'll pounce gat at yo door
Act like you now
We could be so foul, shake hand, run up in ya bitch, no doubt

I ain't that
I ain't that
I havin' that
I ain't that

Shit, yo' game be asses, I got two passes to the
Then turn night we fuck, yo' cars superthug privilege
I ain't got to brag I did it
Run the rap when I was scrappin'

On these motherfuckin' streets of Brownsville gun clappin'
I got to front, I make it happen
Strictly snappin' necks, macs and techs
Head all night over, deuce, deuce, the

Yo, matter fact, here's a list of of the shit I ain't havin'
of all there won't be no more talkin' out yo' ass, man
I ain't no back stabbin', I ain't havin' shit
Run yo' mouth, you get smacked in it, why?
(Why?)

Why ask? Why say to mister nice guy? Say hi to the bad guy
horsemen head the magnum force, man, rip you get lit the fuck up
(Speed)
Like a spliff of human torch, man, shit scorchin'

Do the research your hurt from half-steppin'
Bitin' my shit a make your teeth
Word is Jovi B you wildin'
My dick don't stay out, my stop ridin'
(My dick)

Son, niggaz tryin' ta beat me in the head wit fuck that
(I havin' that, I ain't havin' that)
Run up in the think you gone dead that fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't that)

U.S. Marshall's at my crib, tryin' ta me back, fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I havin' that)
We could take it ol' at 3, meet me in the back, fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't that)

Yo, yo, ya at?
To all my peoples passed off
a toast to my whole MFC
While you clowns waitin', is shakin' the foundation

Wit some groundbreakin' shit that'll leave the thinking
I cock back my pistol, drop back and whistle
For my to hold me down because this here 'bout to get hit dude
We miss you, a niggas roll and his fool clique
I gotta clip for you and all of ya bull

U.S. Marshall and your little, whittle, left is caught up on my pillow
Eat a dick 2 slices of bread, you fuckin' fag
MFC it cookin'
(Keep it cookin')

We emerge wit the blue print to my escape from central Brooklyn
Rock, pick the lock, Ruck, the sha sha
Keep with the blast CC4 to the door
(Now, we the spot)

Armed and semi under rated, fuck it, to me dated by a wip ass
You niggaz ass, we blast gas pletal freak mass
Doin' the Macarana 2 pounds of hash
(We havin' that)

I havin' that
I ain't havin'
I ain't that
I ain't havin'
I ain't havin'

You don't got no wins in mi
My shit's proper, you suckin' my kielbasa
From hilshire I still from helicopters
Watch the birdie, I him tell the tale to the coppers

Clock ya comin' the precinct singin' operas
Met you at ya crib from the blind side, I ya
Knocked ya, teeth out ya mouth when I ya
Sent you upstate to get a gun from ya

Yo, live niggaz on the wall, write that smoke, crack, fuck
(I ain't that, I ain't havin' that)
Yo, ya smack me and I smack you back fuck
(I ain't havin' that, I havin that)

Y'all niggaz think y'all gon' come around here flashin' track, fuck
(I ain't that, I ain't havin' that)
And if you niggaz owe me dough, besta get my trap, fuck
(I ain't that, I ain't havin' that)

Son, you know can't stand me
'Cuz my crew pack heat like
Ran for these outside of the Grammy's
They be me, how they willingly be grillin' me

'Cuz they wop just be feelin' me
it be my name or my big gold chain?
Now, when we in the on our way to soul train
I got niggaz on the West
(West side)

That meet me at the airport, weed in they trench coats
In business class, eatin' French and coffee
Tell the stewardess to back up off me we on
Warned ya but y'all still wait for the all-time great
H. word up

And if ya call and I'm not home then you can call me back, fuck
(I ain't that, I ain't havin' that)
You just can't smoke if you ain't put in for the sack, fuck
(I havin' that, I ain't havin' that)

Son, don't fuck her raw, here's a jimmy hat, that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't that)
Here's a tic-tac, your breath smell like ass crack, that

And when you know that you're MFC, you're MFC for life
98 shit, Willam H. Duren, Doc