Luyện nghe bài hát It Ain't About You

Yea
Ay,
Yup
Ay, what's the name of that song goes
Dada-dada-da-da-da,

It about you?
That's the one you on?
Yea
Oh, yea, tight
You like
Yea

Check, check, check, check,
Microphone, check, check, check, check,
1, 2, check, check, check, check,
in the place to be
Soopafly, at ya
I don't stop and I quit
Comin' with that pound gangsta shit
Yea, peep

Check, I break a nigga
I a nine in my pocket and a home deck
I like to a show, I'm stackin' c-notes
It's mothafucka if you didn't know
Now so sweet unique
I if you could top the peak
'em in check
No sweat cock back fist connected to cheek, they

Kick 'em in they ass up, uh now
Let me you on a journey block to block
Show you how to pack heat, and 6 4 hop
Cut it up, chop, my got it, Tray don't stop
Had them bitches dope fiending I'm slangin' them rocks
Straight the L we don't take no shit
We off in the cut for y'all niggas to trip
We the mothafuckas you want to fuck with

When you in range you best to duck quick
Or get smashed last chance to forfeit
Game over, I a nigga from drunk to sober
I hope I have to maneuver the choker
If you wanna dance I do the
fuck bitch made Soop look like a switchblade

Can I in your car?
I've gone too far
Can I on your weed?
Nah, that what you need
Can I a dollar?
No, but you can eat dick
While I smash my
And I pop in my car

Can I give you my
Yea, next
But I'm hungry
Sh, me too, that's
So open up the door 'cuz I'm to go
Aight then, but I ain't got no
you treatin' baby?
no

Bitch another route
You ain't even what this about
Bitch, I'm on a ride, dip and glidin' through the
Smokin' until the sun out

please
Got her speakin' in
They like
Yea, just 'em off
all you hoes
'em all
This is but true game
This stainless got stained

The bitch gobble the best, she won a
For the jaws in the West
The said, "Watch my head"
But instead, I got a 45 lead spitta
A nigga feelin' bitter, shitty as some litter
off, got a Adolf Hitler

Center of
Multiplications subtractions
From the then the smash
And the cash, and the
The on my dick
I'm bitch, forget it
Let it bitch, won't you let it
For you let it
I get a bad bitch from

A typical hoe, I'm in it for the blow
The was only in it for the blow
I gave her some blow let her blow
Then she blue
On the speed I the heater and then flew

Can I ride in your
Girl gone too far
Can I smoke on weed?
Nah, that what you need
Can I borrow a
No, but you can eat dick
While I my shit
And I pop in my car

Can I you my number?
Yea, next
But I'm baby
Sh, me too, crazy
So up the door 'cuz I'm ready to go
then, but I ain't got no money
Ain't you baby?
no

Bitch another route
You ain't even this song's about
I'm on a ride, dip and through the hood
until the sun come out

Now all salute the supreme that got style
And how I rock and lock the block down
to fight me will 'cause disaster
No to surpass the vocab I master
As the sun rotate, took my guns off
Been a thug 8, always drug my weight
I state the facts, mothafuck a plaque
Always got my stack jackin' off from havin' a

Niggas act as if they is stiff
And can't put in
the turf then
get to they shirts in
But I'ma bangin'
The game I'm claimin'
chain swangin'
While the six trey

Back bumpa, the dumpa
In the spot mash out
Knock it locked up with the ass

Can I ride in your
I'm gone too far
Can I smoke on your
Nah, ain't what you need
Can I borrow a
Nah, but you can eat this
I dip in my shit
And uh, pop my cop off

Can I you my number?
Get at me summer
But I'm baby
Yea, me too, crazy
So open up the door I'm ready to go
Aight, but I ain't got no
you treatin' baby?
no

Bitch take another
You ain't even what song's about
I'm on a ride, dip and through the hood
Smokin' the sun come out