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

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

Yeah, uh,
Did it, done it, run it, say it how you want it, it
When you finished let me dress it up and it seem sweet
Like a beach in Martinique, back up on they feet
Set it straight for the nine-eight, license plate the triple A
Callin all them cars, because the club be left and right
Throwin blows like them pros, runnin up in the night
Feelin numb the cup I drank, holla at them thugs in the back
Baby what you fo', Shawty I ain't showin no slack

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

They get off on folks hostage
They good, fo' casin and leavin broken glass
Where you park, two inch white walls that was lit by cat eyes
Fools calm, triggers fourth and long, zone
Deep coverage, man
We used to break eighty-three
2 Live dropped, and we was Throwin D
don't fight with fists
They bring they
Pat everybody down, before leave this piece

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

Educate themselves, and went to jail, filthy morgue
With the core, and restrainin mechanisms
Why is it? They this last nigga, ready to sic em
But I stay cool, and observe them fool and just thank, and drank
And clear the way you think, out and about
That gat he pulled, that my partna
And he worked quickly, was it worth it? He didn't it
Predestined weapons for that we learned
HOT, bullets

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

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

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