Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Havin' That

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

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

(Now, by all means)
I do a show in New
And get wit b'out it 'bout it
(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, show up this a
So, low, now, I'm low down
down the fort, now wit a fo' pound
Blow down ya whole first go round

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

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

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

Shit, yo' be asses, I got two passes to the Baja
Then turn night we fuck, yo' cars superthug privilege
I got to brag because I did it
Run before the rap when I was

On motherfuckin' mean streets of Brownsville gun clappin'
I ain't got to front, I it happen
Strictly snappin' necks, 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 won't be no more talkin' out yo' ass, man
I ain't havin' no back stabbin', I ain't 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 force, man, rip you get lit the fuck up
(Speed)
Like a spliff of torch, man, this shit scorchin'

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

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

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

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

Wit groundbreakin' shit that'll leave the town thinking
When I cock back my pistol, drop back and
For my niggas to hold me down because this here 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. Marshall and your little, whittle, when left is caught up on my
Eat a dick between 2 of bread, you fuckin' fag
MFC it cookin'
(Keep it cookin')

We wit the blue print to plan 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 dedicated under rated, fuck it, to me dated by a wip ass
You niggaz lick ass, we blast gas pletal mass
the Macarana over 2 pounds of hash
(We ain't that)

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

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

ya comin' from the precinct singin' operas
Met you at ya crib from the blind side, I 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 that, I ain't havin' that)
Yo, ya me and I smack you back fuck that
(I havin' that, I ain't 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, besta get my trap, fuck
(I ain't havin' that, I havin' that)

Son, you know they stand me
my crew pack heat like Miami
Ran for these rappaz outside of the
be killin' me, how they willingly be grillin' me

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

That meet me at the airport, carryin' in they trench coats
In class, eatin' 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, 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 that, I ain't havin' that)

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

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