Luyện nghe bài hát We Don't Play About Rubberbands

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We don't about the work and the rubber bands (x3)
Fuck with my bands, its a murder man

[Verse 1: Pat]
If its on the table they get wronged and they gone die
chance to get this cash, I'm wrong but a nigga gone try
Fuck police and snitches, sons of bitches bullets can fly
Choppa bullets [?] like chicken pie pie
If you real like you say you is, the gone tell it no lie
If you phony get fucked like a slut, when dunked kicked out bye
I'm gone always hustle on the low, so my pockets high
I got thugs who at them triggers, blow one snap my you die
Blowing gas straight from Mexico, that's why my at the sky
about taking something, they good though, Colombian they tie
Call me straight up the banana boat, now I'm gone the town
Making like the Superbowl, each one touchdown

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[Verse J]
My fingers tired, from fifty
Triple bands, only hunnas, I don't fuck twenties
they young and they hungry for the dick, drugs
More dick, bitch, drugs
Fucking 2 bitches fore gloves
Yo lost his bitch
I'm in on some ball shit
Juicy J I talk money, I talk shit
I wan't it all, I don't care what the is
I'm so fly
I should star on Star Trek, and they should bring the back
Let me niggas how to swag
Money talk, I promise I heard your laugh
I ain't got no bones to pick with my
All of the niggas owe me money, dead in the
Catching my ashes, from the end of my weed
bands, my jewelry nigga, diamonds is my weed man

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