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

(featuring Starr)

[Chorus: 2X]
I don't know I wanna do with you
I know what I wanna do without you
I know what 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 'bout to hit the
I don't know, on truck I'm drivin tonight
It's like, I don't know, on ho I'm fuckin tonight
But yo, I don't know, should I take her
To the edge water or back to Southside Jamaica
be like, I don't know, where they get they clothes from
Industry like, I don't know, where get they flows from
be like, I don't know, where they get they dough from
Posin up in the clubs with guns or frozen
I know, nothin when the cops come, I act dumb
I know, what weed officer? What gats, huh?
I don't know, shit I told the judge, this is my nigga, this is negative love
Sticky my cous'

[Sticky
I don't know, how the hell I got home night
I don't know, how I twenty g's in one night
I don't know, but all I remember's two hos from Virginia out like December
Neighbors be like, I don't know, how could afford that crib they in
I know, what these boys do for a livin, shoot
I don't know, but it must be drugs cause they have wild 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 know, why I'm stuck in my ways
And took back the new when I seen the new Range
all say

[Sticky
Yo, where the at? I don't know
What? You better tell me where the safe at, I don't
Don't say that one more time, I ain't playin that, I don't
Ugh, that's the last straw, cocked the four, put his brains on the wall
I'm in the club and, I don't know, if 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, the hell I told her
Though I took her home by the morn', ended up both of them

[Fredro
it musta been God yo cause, I don't know
How we made it out of them
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,
wheelies to the
Hos was like, I don't know, I guess from New York the way that they talk
I don't know, I she from 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
it's real, I don't know, on what 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
Kids is yo