Luyện nghe bài hát You Don't Hear Me Doe

Call me but I'm bad, nigga yo
And I'ma do ya bad,
And I come, I'm bustin' 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 for my date to come-of-age
And now I'm of-age I can't escape the fuckin' page
So I guess nigga D is up to hit again

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

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

Don't answer with the in your hood
He break your to roll a pass, nigga
even stop to say "Whattup", 'cos I bust for the fuck
And pay some quick to a motherfucker up

Next you stop me on your block,
I hope you leave the
Or be the next to meet the face-to-face
Nigga, I ain't the one to no bullshit

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

bring ya to ya asshole
(Uh)
Do it like the
(Yeah)
Bustin' on that ass but I see
you don't hear me doe
(But you hear me doe)

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

time to fuck em up, here it comes, blast, nigga
Thump to your chest and they out your ass, nigga
I grew apart, my life as a criminal
Niggas G to kill but I see that you don't hear me doe

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

So nigga pass the swisha
And I'ma blaze the motherfucker burn me off my fingertips
'Cos, see a gotta say high
I try to smoke till I can't 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 the wrong nigga, be a tested
Straight from St.Paul but clockin G's down in
Some think I'm cos I play it cool

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

And I will pain up the
Collectin' grips on my as
I stroll but you hear me doe

bring ya to ya asshole
(Uh)
Do it like the
(Yeah)
on that ass but still I see
That you don't 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 don't me doe

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

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

I got slugs to catch 'em with
Carl Lewis on the meet
Huh and still you test a nigga so
Audi 5, nigga, hate to see ya go but you hear me doe

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

ya to ya asshole
(Uh)
Do it like the
(Yeah)
Bustin on that ass but I see
you don't hear me doe

Yeah, it