Luyện nghe bài hát I Don't Know - Fredro Starr

(featuring Starr)

repeat 2X]
I don't know I wanna do with you
I don't what I wanna do without you
I don't know I'm gonna do about you, you, you, you

Let's go, and Hutch man
Fire and
ya blunts up, light ya blunts up
Yo, yo

[Fredro
I'm to hit the club
I don't know, on which I'm drivin tonight
It's like, I don't know, on which ho I'm fuckin
But yo, I don't know, where should I her
To the edge water cliffs or back to Southside
Bitches be like, I don't know, where get they clothes from
Industry like, I don't know, where they get they from
Niggaz be like, I don't know, they get they dough from
Posin up in the clubs guns or wrist frozen
I don't know, when the cops come, I act dumb
I don't know, what weed What gats, huh?
I don't know, shit I told the judge, this is love my nigga, is negative love
Sticky my said

[Sticky
I don't know, how the hell I got home last
I don't know, how I twenty g's in one night
I don't know, but all I two hos from Virginia out cold like December
Neighbors be like, I don't know, how could afford that crib they in
I don't know, what these boys do for a livin,
I don't know, but it must be drugs cause they have parties and they dress like thugs
Ask myself but, I know, why I flooded the watch, flooded the chain
I don't know, why I copped the at a hundred and change
I don't know, why I'm in my ways
And took the new Hummer when I seen the new Range
all say

[Sticky
Yo, where the money at? I know
What? You better tell me where the at, I don't know
Don't say that one more time, I playin that, I don't know
Ugh, that's the last straw, back the four, put his brains on the wall
I'm in the club and, I don't know, if these groupies is givin it up
I don't know, should I try to spit game to her friend or her?
I know, what the hell I told her
Though I her home by the morn', ended up with both of them

[Fredro
it musta been God yo cause, I don't know
How we it out of them projects
I don't know, I cop the Benz Coupe or the drop Lex
I don't know, I do it out of spite, twenty niggaz on the bikes, doin
to the lights
Hos was like, I don't know, I guess they New York the way that they talk
I know, I guess she from L.A. the way that she walk
I don't know, on where you chill
Put your ass on the back and we could slide the hill
Baby it's real, I don't know, on you fools thinkin you musta forgot
I don't know, why your bitches call me fire, cause a hot
I don't know, I gutted to Medina, look butter in the Beema, love me in the fever
Kids is yo