Luyện nghe bài hát We Don't Play About Rubberbands

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

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

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

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Full lyrics will be upon release. Stay tuned!