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

(featuring Starr)

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

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

[Fredro
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 should I 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, where they get flows from
Niggaz be like, I don't know, they get they dough from
Posin up in the clubs with guns or 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, is negative love
Sticky my said

Fingaz]
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 from Virginia out cold December
Neighbors be like, I don't know, how could afford that crib they in
I don't know, what these boys do for a livin,
I don't know, but it must be drugs cause have wild parties and they dress like thugs
Ask but, I don't know, why I flooded the watch, flooded the chain
I know, why I copped the Benz 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, the money at? I don't know
What? You tell me where the safe at, I don't know
Don't say that one more time, I ain't playin that, I know
Ugh, that's the last straw, back the four, put his brains on the wall
I'm in the and, I don't know, if these little groupies is givin it up
I don't know, should I try to spit game to her friend or just
I don't know, what the hell I her
Though I took her home by the morn', ended up with both of

Starr]
A'yo it musta been God yo cause, I know
How we it out of them projects
I don't know, should I cop the Benz Coupe or the Lex
I don't know, should I do it out of spite, niggaz on the bikes, doin
wheelies to the
Hos was like, I don't know, I they from New York the way that they talk
I know, I guess she from L.A. the way that she walk
I know, on where you wanna chill
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 don't know, why your bitches call me fire, cause a hot
I know, I gutted to Medina, look butter in the Beema, chicks love me in the fever
is like yo