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

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

Yeah, uh,
Did it, done it, run it, say it how you it, leave it
When you let me dress it up and made it seem sweet
Like a beach in Martinique, Goodie up on they feet
Set it straight for the nine-eight, license plate with the A
Callin all them cars, because the be goin left and right
Throwin blows them pros, runnin lows up in the night
Feelin numb from the cup I drank, holla at them thugs in the
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 holdin folks
They good, fo' casin malls and leavin broken
Where you park, those two inch white that was lit by cat eyes
Fools calm, triggers fourth and long, zone
coverage, man under
We used to break eighty-three
2 Live dropped, and we was Throwin D
don't fight with fists
They they piece
Pat everybody down, before they leave this

People dance no mo', all they do is diss

themselves, and went to jail, that filthy morgue
With the core, and high-powered mechanisms
Why is it? They slayin 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, actin out and
That gat he pulled, my partna sawed
And he worked quickly, was it worth it? He deserve it
weapons for lessons that we learned
HOT, burned

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

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

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