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

(featuring Starr)

[Chorus: 2X]
I don't what I wanna do with you
I don't know what I wanna do you
I don't know I'm gonna do about you, you, you, you

Let's go, Starsky and 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 truck I'm tonight
It's like, I don't know, on which ho I'm tonight
But yo, I don't know, where should I her
To the edge water or back to Southside Jamaica
Bitches be like, I don't know, where get they clothes from
Industry like, I don't know, where they get they flows
Niggaz be like, I don't know, where they get they dough
Posin up in the with guns or wrist frozen
I don't know, nothin the cops come, I act dumb
I don't know, what officer? What gats, huh?
I don't know, shit I told the judge, this is love my nigga, this is negative
my cous' said

[Sticky
I don't know, how the hell I got home last
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 like
Neighbors be like, I don't know, how could they that crib they in
I don't know, what these boys do for a livin,
I don't know, but it must be cause they have 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 copped the at a hundred and change
I don't know, why I'm in my ways
And took back the new Hummer when I the new Range
all say

[Sticky
Yo, the money at? I don't know
What? You better tell me where the safe at, I know
Don't say one more time, I ain't playin that, I don't know
Ugh, the last 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, I try to spit game to her friend or just her?
I don't know, what the hell I her
Though I took her home by the morn', up with both of them

[Fredro
A'yo it been God yo cause, I don't know
How we made it out of projects
I don't know, should I cop the Coupe or the drop Lex
I don't know, should I do it out of spite, niggaz on the bikes, doin
to the lights
Hos was like, I don't know, I guess they from New York the way that talk
I don't know, I guess she L.A. the way that she walk
I don't know, on you wanna chill
Put your ass on the and we could slide through the hill
Baby it's real, I don't know, on what you fools thinkin you musta
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 me in the fever
is like yo