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 want it, it
When you finished let me it up and made it seem sweet
Like a beach in Martinique, back up on they feet
Set it for the nine-eight, license plate with the triple A
Callin all them cars, the club be goin left and right
Throwin blows them pros, runnin lows up in the night
Feelin from the cup I drank, holla at them thugs in the back
Baby what you lookin fo', Shawty I showin no slack

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

get off on holdin folks hostage
They good, fo' casin malls and leavin broken
Where you park, those two inch white that was lit by cat eyes
Fools calm, fourth and long, zone three
Deep coverage, man
We used to doin eighty-three
2 Live dropped, and we was Throwin D
They don't with fists
They bring 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 restrainin
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 the way you think, actin out and about
gat he pulled, that my partna sawed
And he worked quickly, was it worth it? He deserve it
Predestined weapons for that we learned
HOT, burned

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

Well, my name is Low, and this is my trade
For we been some players, what more can I say?
Saturday night at my dance, on a few clothes, uh
Hit Atlanta live, and break a few
Get some drinks, and the halls, hold the walls
Just in case security control the brawls
I still roll the ball, but I got a little too old
To get all sweaty dancin round wit

People dance no mo', all they do is diss