Luyện nghe bài hát We Don't Play About Rubberbands

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

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

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[Verse J]
My fingers tired, from fifty
bands, only hunnas, I don't fuck with twenties
Unless they young and they hungry for the dick,
More dick, bitch, drugs
Fucking 2 bitches with gloves
Yo nigga lost his
I'm walking in on some shit
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 they should bring the back
Let me niggas how to swag
Money talk, I I heard your money laugh
I ain't got no to pick with my past
All of the niggas owe me money, dead in the
Catching my ashes, from the end of my weed
Rubber bands, my jewelry nigga, is my weed man

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Full lyrics be available upon release. Stay tuned!