Luyện nghe bài hát They Don't Dance No Mo' (clean)

They don't dance no mo' (What we is sittin around chillin)

Yeah, uh,
Did it, it, run it, say it how you want it, leave it
you finished let me dress it up and made it seem sweet
Like a in Martinique, Goodie back up on they feet
Set it straight for the nine-eight, license plate with the A
Callin all them cars, because the club be goin left and
Throwin like them pros, runnin lows up in the night
Feelin numb from the cup I drank, holla at them thugs in the
Baby what you lookin fo', Shawty I showin no slack

People don't no mo', all they do is diss

They get off on holdin hostage
They good, fo' malls and leavin broken glass
you park, those two inch white walls that was lit by cat eyes
Fools calm, triggers and long, zone three
coverage, man under
We used to break doin
2 dropped, and we was Throwin That D
They don't with fists
They bring they
Pat everybody down, they leave this piece

People don't dance no mo', all do is diss

Educate themselves, and went to jail, filthy morgue
With the core, and high-powered mechanisms
Why is it? They slayin this last nigga, to sic em
But I stay cool, and observe them fool and let's just thank, and
And clear the way you think, actin out and
That gat he pulled, that my sawed
And he worked quickly, was it worth it? He deserve it
Predestined weapons for that we learned
HOT, burned

People dance no mo', all they do is diss

Well, my name is Sugar Low, and is my trade
For years we been some players, what can I say?
Saturday at my dance, throw on a few clothes, uh
Hit Atlanta live, and a few rolls
Get drinks, and stroll the halls, hold the walls
Just in case security can't control the
I still the ball, but I done got a little too old
To get all dancin round wit y'alls

People don't no mo', all they do is diss