Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Havin' That

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

Starang 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 just to big up my

(Now, by all means)
I do a show in New
And get wit b'out it it Mystikal
(Starang, we been 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, goes down
Time to throw down, up this a showdown
So, down low, now, I'm low
Hold the fort, now wit a fo' pound
Blow down ya whole town first go

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

Tired of punk asses, 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 havin'
I ain't havin'
I havin' that
I ain't that

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

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

Yo, fact, here's 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 havin' no back stabbin', I havin' shit
Run yo' mouth, you get smacked in it, why?
(Why?)

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

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

Son, niggaz tryin' ta beat me in the wit gats fuck that
(I havin' that, I ain't havin' that)
Run up in the think you gone dead 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 havin' that, I 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 Hennessey off
Give a toast to my MFC
While you clowns waitin', Ruck is the foundation

Wit some groundbreakin' that'll leave the town thinking
I cock back 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 and his fool clique
I gotta clip for you and all of ya bull

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

We emerge wit the print to plan my escape from central Brooklyn
Rock, the lock, Ruck, bust the sha sha
Keep with the 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 lick ass, we gas pletal freak mass
Doin' the Macarana over 2 pounds of
(We ain't that)

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

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

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

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

Y'all niggaz think y'all gon' come around 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 ain't havin' that, I ain't that)

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

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

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

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

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

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