Luyện nghe bài hát You Ain't Smart

What, what, what, what,
(H-World)
What, what,
(All out)
What, what, what, what,
(Take it back to the streets, fucka)
What, what, what, what,

Yo, for my niggas in the streets
(What, what, what, what)
Foreign and the jeeps
(What, what, what, what)
Make a fuckin' million in a week
(What, what, what, what)
When I can't forget that we all still

Yo, yo you know a that's sniffin', that's always in the kitchen
Bagin' shit up, there's always missin'
A nigga that's speeding bound to a collision
Bound to be in prison or to pop a mission

So if you got dogs, let 'em go
If a mob truck right let 'em know
We got the same guns that you got but though
And next time we in shit nigga you will know

See I'm pushed to the point that I put something
And I stand over your head like at you now
And the kids in the parks start around
Like mommy come here look, look, look what we

me it's more intense, nigga
So if you goin' hard stay on the bench nigga
And you know when I come I leave no prints
And when you die it won't be at my expense nigga, nigga,

Yo, you as smart as you think
And I know you ain't as as you think
(Take it to the streets)
You talk on the phone, bring niggas to your home
Hey yo, you ain't as as you think
(You it back to the streets)

Hey yo, you as smart as you think
And I know you ain't as smart as you
(You take it to the streets)
You leave a thug wit' a hoe and you you on the low
Hey yo, you as smart as you think
(All out)

Yo, yo not only do I the rights, I know the wrongs
Mo' money, mo' bitches, you know the song
And if you claim you a nigga that me long
And you should I'ma die with my Rolley on

I ain't no punk, I no chump, I ain't no whimp
got no cane, ain't got no ming, ain't got no limp
Money exempt, instead you are blimp
And every bitch in every know Mase is the pimp

See I'm unlike the ones who fail you I know where you
Live I'ma my kid to take care of you
I'll it to my man if he try to spare you
I'd tie something up if I to scare you

Make it where your own won't stand near you
And they the trauma unit to come repair you
Now there you are nigga, in the fuckin'
your Bentley, we don't give a fuck about your car who you are

Yo, you as smart as you think
And I know you ain't as as you think
(Take it to the streets)
You talk crazy on the phone, bring niggas to your
Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you
(You take it to the streets)

Hey yo, you ain't as as you think
And I know you ain't as as you think
(You it back to the streets)
You leave a wit' a hoe and you think you on the low
Hey yo, you ain't as as you think
(All out)

Yo, yo you can't love a man so much you can't doubt him
Let him certain shit you gotta do without him
And if ya got guns, don't leave home it
You gon' a man, there's ways to go about it

See I kill a man and I do it vainly
I won't ever let a fucka know I'm angry
'Cuz I get caught and they come arraign me
It be a witness that come to hang me

I figure, if do it, I'ma do it my way
Set 'em on Sunday, have 'em by
Then Sunday, I'ma 'em on the highway
See his exit is and keep it movin'

Monday I'm off the
All I wanna out is where the complex is
And by I'm sittin' in the complexes
All I wanna find out is where the is

And by Wednesday, it just so you get shot in the knee
A nigga tried to run away and the key
Now you in the not critical
Frontin', makin' a scene, bring the whole block you

hit and you ain't got no clique wit' you
Need somebody help you your leg, got your bitch wit' chu
Soon as you get home and put the key in the
Click, clack, now get on the floor, I told you

Yo, you ain't as smart as you
And I know you ain't as as you think
(Take it to the streets)
You talk crazy on the phone, niggas to your home
Hey yo, you ain't as as you think
(You it back to the streets)

Hey yo, you as smart as you think
And I know you as smart as you think
(You it back to the streets)
You leave a thug wit' a hoe and you you on the low
Hey yo, you as smart as you think
(All out)

Yo, you ain't as as you think
And I know you ain't as as you think
(Take it to the streets)
You talk crazy on the phone, niggas to your home
Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you
(You it back to the streets)

Hey yo, you ain't as smart as you
And I know you as smart as you think
(You it back to the streets)
You leave a wit' a hoe and you think you on the low
Hey yo, you ain't as as you think
(All out)