Luyện nghe bài hát You Ain't Fuckin' Wit Me

Yea, uncle pat, turn up the beat just a lil' more for me bruh
Yea, this sound like baby, yea

Busta Rhymes, you know we live and in
Shit butter hot, but just a mo' gutter
Smash shit regularly, to my mother
Show love for the bitches and put it down for my
Hot butter funk it rain, close the shutter, violate
Catch it from one of my bitches,
Ahh, articulate, feels so
That I can bless my niggaz with shit they

No jive y'all can take a nosedive
Shit so bitches wanna give me a high five
Fuck it, it is a must we grands
Get with the program and fuck bitches who to hold hands
shit, way out of order
Fuck shit up, leave hot and sweaty drippin' buckets of water
Disorderly conduct, erupt
When the live shit, come on niggaz do they wanna
Aight bitches, now yo' asses

The shit we droppin' be to get y'all movin'
We keep it poppin', how gangsta the loop is
And it ain't no the way that we gon' do this
Now what you want me to Say you ain't fuckin' with me

Huh, you see I got so much new hot shit
Got you givin' me an award, floored a on the come up
a few, put 'em flat on they back
And laid 'em stiffer than a board, the way I make my niggaz
My tag, just to show up the shit
Might be somethin' you can't
Make you say the lord is my shepherd, how we
Move forward on novice niggaz Cedric Ceballos with a hot song

Now niggaz we rock on, cock-strong
All y'all is straight popcorn, ahh
the trash, comin' forth get past lie duke
Pass with the big horse ass
Now no stoppin' how we comin' full blast
Mix the with gas, that's how we put it on smash
No lie, deny, so hot we cook the shit well done
like a deep fish fry, snap crackle and pop

What we drop and how we shit comin'
How we maneuver so fly, so is where we gon' take it
the land, controllin' the sea
Now we the whole sky, perhaps make niggaz collapse
Make bitches they shit to the floor
And feel the soul up in my raps and your face is the gutter we
Make you crash all in whip when you drive
I hope your seatbelt's strapped, niggaz, now throw yo' hands up

The we droppin' be sure to get y'all movin'
We keep it poppin', feel how gangsta the is
And it ain't no stoppin' the way that we gon' do
Now what you want me to Say you ain't fuckin' with me

Yeah, this like the music to Frankenberry or some shit
The fuckin' groovy ghoulies and friends or