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

(featuring Starr)

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

go, Starsky and Hutch man
Fire and
Light ya blunts up, light ya up
Yo, yo

[Fredro
I'm to hit the club
I don't know, on which truck I'm tonight
It's like, I know, on which ho I'm fuckin tonight
But yo, I know, where should I take her
To the water cliffs or back to Southside Jamaica
Bitches be like, I don't know, where they get they from
like, I don't know, where they get they flows from
Niggaz be like, I don't know, where they get they from
Posin up in the clubs with guns or frozen
I don't know, nothin when the cops come, I act
I don't know, weed officer? What gats, huh?
I don't know, I told the judge, this is love my nigga, this is negative love
my cous' said

[Sticky
I don't know, how the I got home last night
I don't know, how I blew g's in one night
I don't know, but all I remember's two hos from Virginia out cold December
be like, I don't know, how could they afford that crib they in
I don't know, what boys do for a livin, shoot
I don't know, but it must be drugs cause they wild parties and they dress like thugs
Ask myself but, I don't know, why I flooded the watch, flooded the
I don't know, why I the Benz 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, the money at? I don't know
What? You better tell me where the at, I don't know
Don't say that one more time, I ain't playin that, I know
Ugh, that's the straw, cocked back the four, put his brains on the wall
I'm in the club and, I know, if these little groupies is givin it up
I don't know, should I try to spit game to her or just her?
I know, what the hell I told her
Though I her home by the morn', ended up with both of them

Starr]
A'yo it musta been God yo cause, I don't
How we it out of them projects
I don't know, I cop the Benz Coupe or the drop Lex
I don't know, should I do it out of spite, twenty niggaz on the bikes,
to the lights
Hos was like, I don't know, I guess they from New the way that they talk
I don't know, I guess she from L.A. the way 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, chicks love me in the
is like yo