Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Havin' That

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

Starang like Wu Tang my crew brings drama
Hangin' your ass upside down by ya strings
Smoke, tell 'em how we doin'
Stop the whole just 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 year ATL we 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 tunnel pictures
In the listenin' to 'Kris, I Got Next'
I hot sex, so I ran and got the Lex

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

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

Tired of punk asses, takin' shit for a
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 ain't that
I havin' that

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

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

Yo, matter fact, a list of some of the shit I ain't havin'
First of all there 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 goodbye to mister guy? Say hi to the bad guy
Four horsemen the magnum force, man, rip you get lit the fuck up
(Speed)
Like a spliff of human torch, man, this shit

Do the research feet hurt from half-steppin'
Bitin' my shit a your teeth hurt
is bond Jovi B you wildin'
My dick stay out, my high stop ridin'
(My dick)

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

U.S. at my crib, tryin' ta take 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 havin' that)

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

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

We emerge wit the blue to plan my escape from central Brooklyn
Rock, pick the lock, Ruck, the sha sha
Keep with the CC4 to blow 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 freak mass
Doin' the Macarana over 2 pounds of
(We havin' that)

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

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

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
you upstate to get a gun from ya poppa

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

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

Son, you know they stand me
'Cuz my crew pack heat Miami
Ran for these rappaz of the Grammy's
They be killin' me, how they be grillin' me

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

That me at the airport, carryin' weed in they trench coats
In business class, eatin' French toast and
the stewardess to back up off me we on y'all
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, 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 ain't that)

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

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