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 with my bands, its a murder man

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

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

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