Luyện nghe bài hát We Don't Love 'em

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

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

Off in the club giving rappers a hug, trying to get some
Letting them put their hands on 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

They wrote a rhyme cha
They the world how they got that out cha
All up in the too you with the groupie route boo
They made you famous, man's got to be your bitch
He saw the video tape and said all man that shit

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

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

I seen her in the house in blue her ass
Winking her eye at every who passed
to fell that glass put his pants back
The ass fat but you asked
A trip with a simple even don't have to

Simple things you be you caught up in the rapture
Me and my point at you with laughter
But get or try to understand you world
And it did to make you such a shallow ass girl

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

Now you at the crib crying, you sick of all niggas lying
But you the one that's all the lying
Supplying the cat to all the niggas who be trying to
On the Celia you wants to be real

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

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

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