Luyện nghe bài hát We Don't Play About Rubberbands

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

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

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

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