Luyện nghe bài hát You Don't Hear Me Doe

Call me but I'm bad, nigga yo
And do ya bad, black
And when I come, I'm up niggas to hear me, black
Ya should of never let a see

If there was niggas and bitches and bitches and that hated me
Huh, I waited for my to come-of-age
And now I'm of-age I can't the fuckin' front page
So I guess that D is up to hit again

I kicks the funky shit and coke and like I'm Gilligan
I'm P, supposed to hit a lick for a
The only thing I gained is the pain of comin' back
Nigga for they shit, aggravated and pissed

Niggas they fuck with my clique
I'm here to break 'em off for
A D E A T H L Y, a punk
And I be rollin' with the

answer with the ziggers in your hood
He your neck to roll a pass, nigga
even stop to say "Whattup", 'cos I bust for the fuck
And pay some to light a motherfucker up

Next time you me on your block,
I hope you the place
Or be the to meet the Lord face-to-face
Nigga, I ain't the one to take no

'Cos see a like the D
Is game to empty out the clip
So when I come for ya, act ya know
Sittin', motherfuckin' smooth to the curb but you hear Doe

I'ma bring ya to ya
(Uh)
Do it like the
(Yeah)
Bustin' on that ass but I see
That you hear me doe
(But you hear me doe)

Bring ya to ya
(Uh)
Do it the G-to-O
(Yeah)
Bustin on that ass but I see
you don't hear me doe

It's time to fuck em up, it comes, blast, nigga
Thump to your and they comin' out your ass, nigga
I apart, livin' my life as a criminal
Niggas G to kill but still I see that you hear me doe

So I'ma it to ya fat, hit the deck, mate
Hit the mate, call me Flipper when I checkmate
D-um divertin' nine, Tre-9, full Glock,
My Glock makin' and it don't stop

So nigga the swisha quick
And I'ma till the motherfucker burn me off my fingertips
'Cos, see a nigga say high
I try to till I can't smoke and then I won't smoke

But I got my fingers on my shit
And click, click, click, ya die, die, die, ya dead,
You tried to test the nigga, be a tested
Straight St.Paul but clockin G's down in Texas
think I'm talk cos I play it cool

But I ain't the average
I do the that niggas won't do
Huh, like whip a woodie for his bank
Then after that I gate and his bitch
And do the same

And I will up the asshole
grips on my drips as
I stroll but you don't me doe

bring ya to ya asshole
(Uh)
Do it like the
(Yeah)
Bustin' on that ass but I see
That you hear me doe
(But you hear me doe)

ya to ya asshole
(Uh)
Do it the G-to-O
(Yeah)
Bustin on ass but still I see
you don't hear me doe

Ain't no mistakin' what I'm
You motherfuckers ain't had enough
So I'ma continue to you off for proper ass chunk
May it be nine, may it be a gauge, may it be a

Any way you come I'm in your shit, mate
Huh, a nigga bustin' caps, fires
Quick to bring it to your ass and keep on till your ass die
And it ain't no down dem backstreets

I got slugs to catch 'em with
Carl Lewis on the track
Huh and you wanna test a nigga so
Audi 5, nigga, hate to see ya go but you don't me doe

I'ma bring ya to ya
(Uh)
Do it the G-to-O
(Yeah)
Bustin' on that ass but I see
That you hear me doe
(But you hear me doe)

Bring ya to ya
(Uh)
Do it the G-to-O
(Yeah)
on that ass but still I see
That you hear me doe

Yeah, it