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

(featuring Starr)

repeat 2X]
I know what I wanna do with you
I don't know what I wanna do you
I don't know what I'm do about you, you, you, you

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

Starr]
I'm to hit the club
I know, on which truck I'm drivin tonight
It's like, I don't know, on ho I'm fuckin tonight
But yo, I don't know, where I take her
To the edge water cliffs or back to Jamaica
Bitches be like, I know, where they get they clothes from
Industry like, I don't know, where they get flows from
be like, I don't know, where they get they dough from
Posin up in the with guns or wrist frozen
I don't know, nothin when the 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
my cous' said

[Sticky
I don't know, how the hell I got last night
I know, how I blew 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 they afford 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 have wild parties and they dress like thugs
Ask myself but, I don't know, why I flooded the watch, the chain
I don't know, why I copped the Benz at a and change
I don't know, why I'm in my ways
And took back the new Hummer I seen the new Range
all say

[Sticky
Yo, where the at? I don't know
What? You tell me where the safe at, I don't know
say that one more time, I ain't playin that, I don't know
Ugh, that's the straw, cocked back 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 know, should I try to spit game to her friend or just her?
I don't know, what the I told her
Though I took her home by the morn', ended up with of them

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