Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Havin' That

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

Starang forever like Wu Tang my brings drama
Hangin' your ass upside down by ya strings
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 it 'bout it Mystikal
(Starang, we missin' you)
Last ATL we almost got physical

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

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

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 don't pronounce one
Shut the fuck up, probably cryin' hold

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

I ain't that
I havin' 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 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 some of the shit I ain't
First of all there won't be no talkin' out yo' ass, man
I havin' no back stabbin', I ain't havin' shit
Run yo' mouth, you get smacked in it, Why?
(Why?)

Why Why say goodbye 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 feet hurt from
Bitin' my shit a make teeth hurt
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 gats that
(I ain't havin' that, I havin' that)
Run up in the piece think you gone dead 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 havin' that, I ain't that)
We could take it ol' school at 3, me in the back, fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I havin' that)

Yo, yo, ya at?
To all my peoples Hennessey off
Give a to my whole MFC
you clowns waitin', Ruck is shakin' the foundation

Wit some groundbreakin' shit that'll the town thinking
When I cock back my pistol, back and whistle
For my niggas to hold me because this here 'bout to get hit dude
We miss you, stick a niggas 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 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)

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

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

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

Clock ya comin' from the precinct 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 ya poppa

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

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

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

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

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

And if ya and I'm not home then you can call me back, fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I 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 fuck her raw, here's a jimmy hat, that
(I ain't that, I ain't havin' that)
Here's a tic-tac, breath smell like ass crack, fuck that

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