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 table they get wronged and they die
Penitentiary to get this cash, I'm wrong but a nigga gone try
Fuck police and them snitches, of bitches bullets can fly
Choppa bullets [?] baked chicken pie pie
If you real like you say you is, the gone tell it no lie
If you phony get fucked a slut, when dunked kicked out good bye
I'm gone always hustle on the low, so my pockets high
I got thugs who at them triggers, blow one snap my you die
Blowing gas from Mexico, that's why my brains at the sky
Talking about taking something, good though, Colombian they tie
me straight 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, counting fifty
bands, only hunnas, I don't fuck with twenties
Unless they young and hungry for the dick, drugs
More dick, bitch, drugs
2 bitches with fore gloves
Yo nigga lost his
I'm in on some ball shit
Juicy J I talk money, I don't shit
I wan't it all, I don't care what the is
I'm so fly
I star on Star Trek, and they should bring the show back
Let me show niggas how to
talk, I promise I heard your money laugh
I got no bones to pick with my past
All of the owe me money, dead in the grass
Catching my ashes, the end of my weed smoke
Rubber bands, my jewelry nigga, is my weed man

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