Luyện nghe bài hát We Don't Play About Rubberbands

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We play about the work and the rubber bands (x3)
Fuck my rubber bands, its a murder man

[Verse 1: Pat]
If its money on the they get wronged and they gone die
Penitentiary 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 gone tell it no lie
If you phony get fucked like a slut, when dunked kicked out bye
I'm gone hustle on the low, so my pockets stay high
I got thugs who at them triggers, one snap my finger you die
Blowing gas from Mexico, that's why my brains at the sky
Talking taking something, they good though, Colombian they tie
Call me straight up the banana boat, now I'm gone flood the
plays like the Superbowl, each one touchdown

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[Verse J]
My fingers tired, from counting
Triple bands, only hunnas, I don't fuck twenties
they young and they hungry for the dick, drugs
More dick, bitch, drugs
2 bitches with fore gloves
Yo nigga his bitch
I'm walking in on some ball
Juicy J I money, I don't talk shit
I wan't it all, I don't care the cost 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 with my past
All of the niggas owe me money, dead in the
Catching my ashes, the end of my weed smoke
Rubber bands, my jewelry nigga, is my weed man

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Full will be available upon release. Stay tuned!