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 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
Light ya up, light ya blunts up
Yo, yo

Starr]
I'm 'bout to hit the
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 get they flows from
Niggaz be like, I don't know, they get they dough from
Posin up in the clubs with guns or wrist
I don't know, nothin when the cops come, I act
I know, what weed officer? What gats, huh?
I don't know, shit I told the judge, this is love my nigga, this is love
my cous' said

[Sticky
I know, how the hell I got home last night
I know, how I blew 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 they afford that 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 don't know, why I flooded the watch, flooded the
I don't know, why I the Benz at a hundred 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 money at? I don't
You better tell me where the safe at, I don't know
Don't say that one more time, I ain't playin that, I don't
Ugh, that's the last straw, cocked back the four, put his brains on the
I'm in the club and, I don't know, if these groupies is givin it up
I don't know, should I try to spit game to her friend or just
I don't know, the hell I told her
I took her home by the morn', ended up with both of them

[Fredro
A'yo it musta God yo cause, I don't know
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,
to the lights
Hos was like, I don't know, I guess they from New York the way they talk
I don't know, I guess she from L.A. the way that she
I don't know, on you wanna chill
Put your ass on the back and we could slide through the
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, love me in the fever
is like yo