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

(featuring Starr)

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I know what 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

go, Starsky and Hutch man
Fire and
Light ya blunts up, light ya 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 fuckin
But yo, I don't know, should I take her
To the water cliffs or back to Southside Jamaica
Bitches be like, I don't know, where they get they from
Industry like, I don't know, where they get they from
Niggaz be like, I don't know, where they get they from
up in the clubs with guns or wrist frozen
I don't know, nothin when the cops come, I act
I don't know, what officer? What gats, huh?
I know, shit 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 blew g's in one night
I know, but all I remember's two hos from Virginia out cold like December
Neighbors be like, I don't know, how could they afford that crib in
I don't know, these boys do for a livin, shoot
I don't know, but it be drugs cause they have wild parties 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 know, why I'm stuck in my ways
And took the new Hummer when I seen the new Range
all say

[Sticky
Yo, where the at? I don't know
You better tell me where the safe at, I don't know
Don't say that one 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 hell I her
Though I took her home by the morn', up with both of them

[Fredro
A'yo it musta been God yo cause, I know
How we made it out of them
I don't know, I cop the Benz Coupe or the drop Lex
I know, should I do it out of spite, twenty niggaz on the bikes, doin
to the lights
Hos was like, I don't know, I guess they New York the way that they talk
I don't know, I guess she from L.A. the way she walk
I don't know, on where you chill
Put your ass on the back and we could slide the hill
Baby it's real, I 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 to Medina, look butter in the Beema, chicks love me in the fever
Kids is yo