Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Havin' That

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

Starang forever like Wu my crew brings drama
your ass upside down by ya shoe strings
Smoke, 'em how we doin' this
Stop the whole shit just to big up my

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

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

Aiyo, shit goes
to throw down, show up this a showdown
So, down low, now, I'm low
down the fort, now wit a fo' pound
Blow ya whole town first 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
Shut the up, probably cryin' hold down

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

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

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

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

Yo, matter fact, here's a list of of the shit I ain't havin'
First of all 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 magnum force, man, rip you get lit the up
(Speed)
Like a spliff of human torch, man, this scorchin'

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

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

U.S. Marshall's at my crib, tryin' ta take me back, fuck
(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 that, I ain't havin' that)

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

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 niggas roll and his fool
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 between 2 slices of bread, you fuckin' fag
MFC keep it
(Keep it cookin')

We emerge wit the blue print to plan my escape from Brooklyn
Rock, the lock, Ruck, bust the sha sha
Keep with the CC4 to blow the door
(Now, we the spot)

Armed and semi under rated, fuck it, to me dated by a wip ass
You niggaz ass, we blast gas pletal freak mass
the Macarana 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 ain't that

You got no wins in mi casa
My shit's proper, you suckin' my kielbasa
From hilshire I fire from helicopters
the birdie, I heard him tell the tale to the coppers

Clock ya from the precinct singin' operas
Met you at ya from the blind side, I dropped ya
ya, teeth out ya mouth 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 that, I ain't havin' that)
Yo, ya smack me and I smack you back fuck
(I havin' that, I ain't havin that)

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

Son, you know they 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

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

That meet me at the airport, carryin' in they trench coats
In business class, eatin' French and coffee
Tell the to back up off me we on y'all
Warned ya but still couldn't 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 ain't that, I ain't havin' that)
You just can't smoke if you ain't put in for the sack, 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 havin' that, I ain't that)
Here's a tic-tac, your smell like ass crack, fuck that

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