Luyện nghe bài hát We Don't Love 'em

Yeah, KLC DJ Wop, it's all about hoes
I know my nigga, Wop don't love hoes
My nigga KL, he ain't loving them
My nigga Cult definitely ain't loving them
Do y'all know what's up with this Mac nigga, it

To all the bitches, hoes and all that
Running around with them on trying to find the tricks
behind that dick chasing niggas with brand names
I see you tight coming, you it harder for the right woman

Off in the club giving rappers a hug, trying to get some
Letting them put their on your glove
Off in the limo you and slim hoe, they hit the ass
And let their partner and them know so now you on demo

wrote a rhyme about cha
They told the world how got that out cha
All up in the mouth too you with the route boo
made you famous, your man's got to be your bitch
He saw the video tape and all man that ain't shit

Instead of ending it he defending it, I'll give you much
Either he lame or pussy is pure gold with diamond clusters
But he a buster 'cause fucked you
But he the one saying he love you, you's a

Hoes, hoes, you know I'm 'bout them hoes
But I don't love them hoes, hoes, I'm way above them hoes,
Wop don't love them hoes, hoes, KL love them hoes, hoes
Fiend don't them hoes, hoes, Coonts don't love them hoes
this out, hoes

I seen her in the house in shaking her ass
Winking her eye at every nigga who
Trying to fell that glass put his back
The ass fat but you backwards
A trip with a simple effect even don't to

Simple things you be after you caught up in the
Me and my niggas at you with laughter
But get down or try to you world
And what it did to you such a shallow ass girl

I know you laid with this nigga that you met night
You fucking him because his white Land Cruiser's tight
Stroking, telling you it was love at first sight
But you don't realize that it was love for the

Now you at the crib crying, you sick of all them lying
But you the one doing all the lying
Supplying the cat to all the niggas who be to mack
On the Celia you wants to be familiar

Now back at the where the champagne pop
You in the club corner getting wet in some rain
It's to you so you except it
unknown how many niggas you done slept with

We love them hoes, hoes
We don't love them hoes, hoes, I'm way them hoes, hoes
I'm 'bout hoes, check it hoes

My nigga slim, I let hoes know I'm from the 3rd yo
My name is Macadon and get all up in em' slow
I gives a fuck I get nigga what
My nigga DJ Wop me to let them niggas know
up my girl Storm, she definitely in the house
I'm from so you niggas know I got all about