Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Havin' That

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

forever like Wu Tang my crew brings drama
Hangin' your ass upside 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 show in New
And get wit b'out it it Mystikal
(Starang, we missin' you)
year ATL we almost got physical

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

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

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

Tired of punk asses, takin' for a joke
Now, watch 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 havin' that
I ain't havin'
I ain't 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 because I did it
Run before the rap I was scrappin'

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

Yo, fact, here's a list of some of the shit I ain't havin'
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 ask? Why say goodbye to mister nice 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, this scorchin'

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

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

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

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

Wit some groundbreakin' shit that'll leave the town
When I 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 full clip for you and all of ya

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

We emerge wit the blue print to 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 pletal freak
Doin' the over 2 pounds of hash
(We ain't that)

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

You don't got no wins in mi
My proper, you still suckin' my kielbasa
From hilshire I fire from 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
ya, teeth out ya mouth when I popped ya
Sent you upstate to get a gun from ya

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

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

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

'Cuz they 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 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, fuck
(I ain't that, I ain't havin' that)
You just can't smoke if you put in for the sack, fuck that
(I ain't that, I ain't havin' that)

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

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