Luyện nghe bài hát We Don't Love 'em

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

To all the bitches, and all that shit
Running around with them tights on trying to the tricks
Running behind that dick chasing niggas with brand
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 hands on your glove
Off in the limo you and that slim hoe, hit the ass
And let their partner and know so now you on they demo

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

of ending it he defending it, I'll give you that much
Either he lame or your pussy is pure gold with 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 them hoes, hoes, I'm way above them hoes, hoes
Wop don't love hoes, hoes, KL don't love them hoes, hoes
Fiend don't love them hoes, hoes, Coonts don't love them
this out, hoes

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

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

I know you laid with this nigga you met last night
You fucking him because his white Cruiser's looking tight
Stroking, telling you it was love at first sight
But you realize that it was love for the night

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

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

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

My nigga slim, I let them 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 what
My nigga DJ Wop told me to let them niggas
What's up my girl Storm, she in the house
I'm from so you niggas know I got all about