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

(DMX)

{Mysonne, Mysonne the problem child DMX Ruff
(Wanna flow problem)
{Problem Children, y'all got problems}
(Wanna flow problem)

{But don't want no problems} (Nah baby)
{But they don't no problems} (Wanna flow wanna problem)
{But they don't no problems nah nah they don't want no problems}
(Wanna wanna problem)
{But they don't no problems}
{But they don't want no (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 or grab they guns
Before I it's tolate y'all had your fun
all over now, I don't wanna talk to niggaz
Popping shots like corks in niggaz, sticking forks in
Cause they done, only reason still breathing is cause y'all run
When we bust shots, my clutch glocks
Right in front of fuck cops
niggaz pops then they die for them
Kiss the barrel, cry for
Spirt leave your body touch the sky for
Fuck voltron see me and mines form
In the nine storm, death gone
I'm that cat that niggaz got your eyes on
Go to papi broke to get your pies on
The day that I'm gone I'm real fuck
niggaz wanna but they don't want no problems

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

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