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

(featuring Starr)

repeat 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
Light ya blunts up, light ya up
Yo, yo

Starr]
I'm 'bout to hit the
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 I take her
To the edge cliffs or back to Southside Jamaica
Bitches be like, I don't know, where they get clothes from
Industry like, I don't know, they get they flows from
Niggaz be like, I know, where they get they dough from
Posin up in the clubs with guns or frozen
I don't know, when the cops come, I act dumb
I don't know, what weed officer? What gats,
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 twenty g's in one night
I don't know, but all I remember's two hos Virginia out cold like December
Neighbors be like, I don't know, how could they that crib they in
I don't know, what these 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 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 back the new Hummer when I seen the new
all say

[Sticky
Yo, where the money at? I don't
What? You better me where the safe at, I don't know
Don't say that one more time, I ain't 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, should I try to spit game to her or just her?
I don't know, the hell I told her
Though I took her 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,
wheelies to the
Hos was like, I don't know, I guess they from New York the way that talk
I know, I guess she from L.A. the way that she walk
I don't know, on you wanna chill
Put your ass on the back and we slide through the hill
Baby it's real, I don't know, on what you fools thinkin you forgot
I don't know, why your bitches call me fire, a nigga hot
I don't know, I gutted to Medina, look butter in the Beema, chicks me in the fever
is like yo