Luyện nghe bài hát We Don't Play About Rubberbands

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

[Verse 1: Project
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 them snitches, of bitches bullets can fly
bullets [?] baked like chicken pie pie
If you like you say you is, the streets 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 stay
I got thugs who at them triggers, one snap my finger you die
Blowing gas straight Mexico, that's why my brains at the sky
Talking taking something, they good though, Colombian they tie
me straight up the banana boat, now I'm gone flood the town
Making plays the Superbowl, each one touchdown

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[Verse J]
My fingers tired, counting fifty
Triple bands, only hunnas, I don't fuck with
Unless they young and hungry for the dick, drugs
More dick, bitch, drugs
Fucking 2 bitches with fore
Yo lost his bitch
I'm in on some ball shit
Juicy J I talk money, I don't talk
I wan't it all, I don't care the cost is
I'm so fly
I should star on Star Trek, and they bring the show back
Let me show how to swag
Money talk, I promise I heard money laugh
I ain't got no bones to with my past
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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