Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Havin' That

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

Starang forever like Wu Tang my crew brings
Hangin' your ass down by ya shoe strings
Smoke, tell 'em how we doin'
Stop the whole just to big up my newness

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

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 tunnel takin'
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, show up this a
So, low, now, I'm low down
down the fort, now wit a fo' pound
Blow down ya whole town first go

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

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

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

Shit, yo' game be asses, I got two passes to the
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 Brownsville gun
I ain't got to front, I it happen
Strictly snappin' necks, macs and techs
Head all night over, deuce, deuce, the

Yo, matter fact, 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 guy? Say hi to the bad guy
Four horsemen head the force, man, rip you get lit the fuck up
(Speed)
Like a of human torch, man, this shit scorchin'

Do the research your feet hurt from
Bitin' my shit a make your hurt
Word is bond Jovi B you
My dick stay out, my high stop ridin'
(My dick)

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

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

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

Wit groundbreakin' shit that'll leave the town thinking
I cock back my pistol, drop back and whistle
For my to hold me down because this here 'bout to get hit dude
We miss you, a niggas roll and his fool clique
I full clip for you and all of ya bull

U.S. Marshall and 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 central Brooklyn
Rock, pick the lock, Ruck, the sha sha
Keep the blast 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 Macarana 2 pounds of hash
(We havin' that)

I ain't that
I ain't 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 still my kielbasa
From hilshire I fire from helicopters
Watch the birdie, I heard him the tale to the coppers

Clock ya comin' from the singin' operas
Met you at ya crib from the side, I dropped ya
Knocked ya, teeth out ya mouth when I ya
Sent you upstate to get a gun from ya

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

Y'all think 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, get my trap, fuck that
(I ain't that, I ain't havin' that)

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

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

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

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

Son, don't fuck her raw, here's a hat, fuck that
(I havin' that, I ain't havin' 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