Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Havin' That

They like us
up
They like us
They ain't like us fuck them son

Starang like Wu Tang my crew brings drama
Hangin' ass upside down by ya shoe strings
Smoke, tell 'em how we 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 been you)
Last year ATL we got physical

I talk, now, read about it in the interview
(While up in D&D)
I two and three stitches
I was still gettin' bitches in the tunnel pictures
In the mazda listenin' to 'Kris, I Got
I hot sex, so I ran and got the Lex

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

Yo smile'll be switched, bitch, and you'll frown
When I dig in ya pockets and take all the out
Lay ya out now and don't pronounce one word
Shut the fuck up, cryin' hold down

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

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

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

On these motherfuckin' mean streets of gun clappin'
I ain't got to front, I make it
Strictly necks, strictly macs and techs
Head all night over, deuce, deuce, the

Yo, matter fact, here's a of some of the shit I ain't havin'
First of all there won't be no 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 goodbye to mister guy? Say hi to the bad guy
Four head the magnum force, man, rip you get lit the fuck up
(Speed)
Like a of human torch, man, this shit scorchin'

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

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

U.S. at my crib, tryin' ta take me back, fuck that
(I ain't that, I ain't 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 the town thinking
When I back my pistol, drop back and whistle
For my to hold me down because this here 'bout to get hit dude
We miss you, stick a niggas roll and his fool
I gotta full for you and all of ya bull

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

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

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

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

You got no wins in mi casa
My proper, you still suckin' my kielbasa
From hilshire I still fire helicopters
Watch the birdie, I heard him tell the tale to the

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

Yo, niggaz on the wall, write that smoke, crack, fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't 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 track, fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I havin' that)
And if you niggaz owe me dough, get my trap, fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't that)

Son, you know can't stand me
'Cuz my crew heat like Miami
Ran for these outside of the Grammy's
be killin' me, how they 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 soul
I got niggaz on the West
(West side)

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

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

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

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