Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Havin' That

They don't us
up
They don't 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, 'em how we doin' this
Stop the whole just to big up my newness

(Now, by all means)
I do a in New Orleans
And get wit it 'bout it Mystikal
(Starang, we been you)
year ATL we almost got physical

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

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

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

Tired of punk asses, shit for a joke
Now, watch you'll gat pointed at yo door
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 ain't that
I havin' that

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

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

Yo, matter fact, here's a list of some of the shit I havin'
of all there 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 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 human torch, man, this shit

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

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

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

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

Wit some groundbreakin' shit leave the town thinking
I cock 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 roll and his fool clique
I gotta full clip for you and all of ya

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 emerge wit the blue to plan my escape from central Brooklyn
Rock, pick the lock, Ruck, the sha sha
Keep with the blast CC4 to blow the
(Now, we the spot)

Armed and dedicated under rated, fuck it, to me dated by a wip ass
You niggaz lick ass, we gas pletal freak mass
the Macarana over 2 pounds of hash
(We havin' that)

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

You got no wins in mi casa
My shit's proper, you suckin' my kielbasa
From I still 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 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 that smoke, crack, that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't that)
Yo, ya smack me and I smack you fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't that)

niggaz 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, besta get my trap, fuck
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't that)

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

'Cuz 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, carryin' weed in they trench
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 for the all-time great
William H. 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 can't smoke if you ain't put in for the sack, fuck
(I ain't havin' that, I havin' that)

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

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