Luyện nghe bài hát U Don't Wanna B. D. S.

Ha, it out
It's Knuckles baby, also known as Freddie Foxxx
That's right, and I came to my niggaz De La Soul
See y'all niggaz don't wanna bust dat shit, huh

You know I'm So I'ma show you niggaz
The super gamma ultra killa nigga special
You niggaz ain't no
You ain't gonna hurt nobody, nigga

You better keep rhymin',
'Fore I smack the shit outta you, you little sissy
You ain't real; that's right, it's De La Soul, baby
And Bumpy motherfuckin' baby, alright, come on

Check my stats, entire
Even from the days I had to roll strapped
Wonderin' if I go back to that
to rub records from rap and kick facts

To tracks and stack, one whole
Yeah got paid, some waved in the fades
Fact of the matter my style never fade
Managin' to keep it all

So you can stay nourish and flourish the truth
[Incomprehensible] niggaz, I know

If I need a
Bust some fuckin' niggaz tryin' to play me
interruptions to my big pay-day
Playin' with them guns make fuckin' leary

But if it's clearly, and surely and, how it's gotta be
I got some thorough niggaz that's me
So witcha I'm not buyin' it B
come around thinkin' you can try it with me

You don't wanna bust dat
You don't wanna dat shit
You wanna bust dat shit
You don't bust dat shit

You don't wanna bust dat
You don't bust dat shit
You don't wanna dat shit
You don't bust dat shit

Shick shick, a click
This is where my headin' at
people are carryin' gats
Now what the fuck is all

Is it 'cause times is like a wire?
shock treated by the crossfire
Ha-siyahh, burn well prepared
To make my decision for my

I ain't the one 'Robin', I'm the one
Hip hop driven, and to die for it
When Scott died, man I cried and shit
Then cats got rich callin' a woman a bitch

But ain't no like the one I got
And if you her a bitch well you might get
And I know the is mutual
It's and unsuitable
Crips and bloods are

But you don't wanna bust dat
You wanna bust dat shit
You don't wanna dat shit
You don't bust dat shit

You don't bust dat shit
You wanna bust dat shit
You don't wanna bust dat
You don't wanna dat shit

Ha ha, yeah you get the point, huh?
You get the motherfuckin' point, huh?
That's right so while you niggaz is up in central booking
Crying like bitches,

I'm in the holdin' block
Waitin' for your sweet pussy ass
And I'ma whoop the out of you
For on a fuckin' record, actin' like you a fuckin' killer

I'ma show you niggaz what a motherfuckin' all about, huh?
You ain't no motherfucking gangsters
You don't wanna that motherfuckin' shit punk
I'll punch whole chest cavity out, fagot

You ain't no real nigga,
smack the shit out of you
'Cause you a fuckin' live, nigga
You sittin' in central booking, cryin' like a

Waitin' for your father to come you out
And Freddie Foxxx don't that shit, nigga
right, Bumpy Knuckles motherfucker
And if you don't know, now you motherfuckin'

And yo De La, it out, it's your motherfuckin' man
And if any one of them get side windin' with you nigga
Let me know, and I will send them hot ones
I'm a motherfuckin' Mexican, feel me on that one, huh?

'Cause them niggaz know me nigga, believe me, they know me
The motherfuckin' troublemaker, right
And De La Soul, is rollin' with Bump' Knux'
So what? Tell me,