Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Havin' That

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

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

(Now, by all means)
I do a show in New
And get wit it 'bout it Mystikal
(Starang, we missin' you)
Last ATL we almost got physical

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

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

Yo quickly be switched, bitch, and you'll frown
When I dig in ya pockets and all the dope out
Lay ya gold out now and pronounce one word
the fuck up, probably cryin' hold down

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

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

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

On these motherfuckin' mean streets of Brownsville gun
I ain't got to front, I it happen
snappin' necks, strictly macs and techs
Head all over, deuce, deuce, the feds

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Armed and dedicated semi under rated, fuck it, to me by a wip ass
You niggaz ass, we blast gas pletal freak mass
Doin' the Macarana over 2 of hash
(We ain't that)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

meet me at the airport, carryin' weed in they trench coats
In business class, French toast and coffee
Tell the stewardess to back up off me we on
Warned ya but y'all still couldn't wait for the all-time
William H. up

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

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

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