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 rubber bands, its a man

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

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

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