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 them
My nigga KL, he loving them hoes
My nigga definitely ain't loving them hoes
Do y'all 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 that dick chasing niggas with brand names
I see you coming, you making it harder for the right woman

Off in the club giving rappers a hug, trying to get some
Letting put their hands on your glove
Off in the limo you and that slim hoe, hit the ass
And let partner and them know so now you on they 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
They made you famous, your 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 you that much
Either he or your pussy is pure gold with diamond clusters
But he a buster everybody fucked you
But he the one saying he love you, you's a

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

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

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

I know you laid with this nigga that you met last
You fucking him 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 to be real familiar

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

We don't love hoes, hoes
We don't love them hoes, hoes, I'm way above hoes, hoes
I'm 'bout them hoes, 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 bucked what
My nigga DJ Wop told me to let them know
What's up my girl Storm, she in the house
I'm from uptown so you niggas I got all about