Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Havin' That

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

Starang forever like Wu Tang my brings drama
your ass upside down by ya shoe strings
Smoke, tell 'em how we doin'
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 been you)
Last year ATL we got physical

I can't talk, now, read it in the interview
(While up in D&D)
I caught two and three
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 down
Time to down, show up this a showdown
So, low, now, I'm low down
down the fort, now wit a fo' pound
Blow down ya whole town first go

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

Tired of punk asses, takin' shit for a
Now, watch you'll pounce gat pointed at yo
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 ain't havin'
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 the rap when I was scrappin'

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

Yo, matter fact, here's a of some of the shit I ain't havin'
of all there won't be no more talkin' out yo' ass, man
I ain't no back stabbin', I ain't havin' shit
Run yo' mouth, you get smacked in it, why?
(Why?)

Why ask? Why say goodbye to 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 torch, man, this shit scorchin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

We wit the blue print to plan 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 gas pletal freak mass
the Macarana over 2 pounds of hash
(We ain't that)

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

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

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

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

Y'all think y'all gon' come around here flashin' track, fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't that)
And if you niggaz owe me dough, besta get my trap, 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 outside of the
They be me, how they willingly be grillin' me

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

That meet me at the airport, carryin' weed in they trench
In business class, French toast and coffee
Tell the stewardess to 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 then you can call me back, fuck that
(I havin' that, I ain't havin' that)
You just can't if you ain't put in for the sack, fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I havin' that)

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

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