Luyện nghe bài hát They Don't Won't No Problems

(DMX)

{Mysonne, Mysonne the problem DMX Ruff Ryders}
(Wanna wanna problem)
Children, y'all niggaz got problems}
(Wanna wanna problem)

{But don't want no problems} (Nah baby)
{But they don't no problems} (Wanna flow wanna problem)
{But they don't want no problems nah nah they don't no problems}
(Wanna flow problem)
{But they want no problems}
{But they want no problems} (Wanna flow wanna problem)
{But they don't want no problems nah nah don't want no problems}
(No I'm telling you baby)

Yo, yo I told niggaz to pack they bags or grab they
Before I it's tolate y'all had your fun
It's all over now, I wanna talk to niggaz
shots like corks in niggaz, sticking forks in niggaz
Cause done, only reason y'all still breathing is cause y'all run
When we bust shots, my clutch glocks
Right in front of fuck cops
niggaz want pops they die for them
the barrel, cry for them
Spirt leave body touch the sky for them
voltron see what me and mines form
In the storm, death times gone
I'm that cat that y'all niggaz got eyes on
Go to papi broke trying to get your on
The day that I'm gone I'm fuck stardom
niggaz wanna but they don't want no problems

All y'all niggaz want is heart back dog you pussy
Acting you really wanna bark back don't push me
Only room enough for one dog to the shit down
You cowards know it now i'ma hold it
When I'm close it down
It's my shit here, FUCK nigga just say try shit where
Come on y'all cats ain't even built like that
I been seen through they bullshit I'm like that
I how to walk the dog, I know how to chase the cat
I know how to get a bone, I know how to it back
I know how to flip on a nigga split him the bat
I know how to train a pup to make sure they
You motherfuckers don't no problems cause my revolver is solving them
One by one it's all of them
Let be a lesson to your mans and shit
Keep your fucking mouth if your mans want spit, nigga

Well it's the kid a
Crush your head into a cake
Y'all know that cake mix but y'all don't wanna taste shit
I should've been arrested for
Y'all gone make my bullets expand a lesspee jaw
Don't you me boy
Don't fuck X or Drag to the dash
Cause once you dump in bags you drag to the trash
Dumpster amoung the rest of them
My poker got your skin looking like
Keep a silence on the tip can't the noise
My banger got a edge like them four boys
If your hot i'll super soak you, won't be to dry it off
relax take you last breath and die it off
Nothing but love I
But if you advantage the weight that's lead will rush your head
You sweat'll die your hair red, my bitch Eve
And no I'm not a faggot but I make niggaz in front of me
It's fun to me,