Luyện nghe bài hát Y'all Don't Hear Me Dough

Damn, one-time bust a you
And 4 deep, too
They seen all caps and T-shirts
And them gold thangs underneath the

But the law ain't been
Wait, I see 3 white and one token
Oh, so that it, no doubt
Uncle Tom us out

But I ain't tryin' to get
They give me static, I'm givin' the back
'Cause I ain't did nothin'
And this L.A. drama been goin' on too

So on if they touch me
Matter of fact, they better me
'Cause fool, I waitin'
I'm 5000, so for gold Daytons

I hit a side and circled twice
Shook 'em hot dice
the toy in a driveway
'Cause the same thing happened last

I tried to you
They was devils once
But y'all hear me though

Hey,
You guys who I'm talkin' to
Hey,
You know who I'm talkin' to

Damn, this pagin' me, 911
Who is This bad-ass white girl from
Aw nigga, you went out like a straight
you talkin' 'bout?

Fool, this girl a freak
Yeah, she probably have your ass at the every week
Askin' the doctor, "Have you ever this?"
a long-wired q-tip, stuck up your penis

Waitin' for the test to come back from upstairs
While you say prayers
And ask yourself, Was it really it?
Before Casanova crossed over, everything was

But you wasn't satisfied the sisters
So now you got
Trick or Aw, nigga, you can eat a dick
Or versa, that's how you treat a trick

Nigga like you who ain't
That hittin' skins'll get you burned
Man, better let them white hoes go
But y'all hear me though

Hey,
You guys who I'm talkin' to
Hey,
You know who I'm talkin' to

Damn Kam, I got a migraine, what you
Just pork chops and pig's feet
And a couple of strips of
What? And my head just started

I hate to say, I you so but I told ya
You couldn't take it a soldier
Kam got the ham down to a science
So keep it out your

Cat plus rat dog equals hog
animals, people need to ban 'em all
Nigga, I been pork all my life and I'm cool
Fool, you don't know what you're

Listen that's the why you get sick so quick
And spend a grip with doctor Tom Slick
So he can fill prescription
For your ass, for headaches and your hyper tension

When all you gotta do is eatin' the swine
And be fine
Black folk better leave that at the sto'
But y'all don't hear me

Hey,
You guys know who I'm to
Hey,
You guys know who I'm to

Damn, my got stretched
He's for the K.O., for movin' that lleyo
And now askin' him to snitch
I hate to say it but the dug his own ditch

So now he's caught in a 22
Damned if he don't and if he do
at 15 with a L
Scared he'll touch down, so the hell

He starts like a bird
Federal detectives recordin' word
Puttin' niggas in a twist, on toes
How long he last? God only knows

Ballin' outta control, put on a hold
So it's on like that, nigga, my niggas at?
It ain't like he know
I damn sure, told him, he just ain't hear me though