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: Project
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 and them snitches, sons of bitches bullets can fly
Choppa bullets [?] like chicken pie pie
If you like you say you is, the streets gone tell it no lie
If you phony get fucked a slut, when dunked kicked out good bye
I'm gone always on the low, so my pockets stay high
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
about 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 tired, from counting fifty
Triple bands, only hunnas, I don't fuck with
Unless they young and they for the dick, drugs
More dick, bitch, drugs
Fucking 2 with fore gloves
Yo nigga his bitch
I'm walking in on ball shit
J I talk money, I don't talk shit
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
talk, I promise I heard your money laugh
I ain't got no bones to pick my past
All of the niggas owe me money, in the grass
my ashes, from the end of my weed smoke
Rubber bands, my jewelry nigga, diamonds is my man

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Full lyrics will be upon release. Stay tuned!