Luyện nghe bài hát You Don't Hear Me Doe

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

If there was and bitches and bitches and niggas that hated me
Huh, I waited for my date to
And now I'm of-age I can't escape the fuckin' front
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, to hit a lick for a jack
The thing I gained is the pain of niggas comin' back
Nigga for they shit, aggravated and pissed

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

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

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

'Cos see a like the D
Is game to empty out the clip
So when I for ya, act like ya know
Sittin', motherfuckin' to the curb but you don't hear Doe

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

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

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

So I'ma it to ya fat, hit the deck, mate
Hit the deck mate, call me Flipper when I
D-um divertin' nine, Tre-9, full Glock,
My Glock makin' sounds and it stop

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

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

But I ain't the average
I do the shit niggas won't do
Huh, pistol whip a woodie for his bank
after that I gate and grab his bitch
And do the thang

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 the G-to-O
(Yeah)
Bustin' on ass but still I see
you don't hear me doe
(But you don't me doe)

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

Ain't no mistakin' what I'm
You motherfuckers still had enough
So I'ma continue to break you off for proper ass
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 you wanna test a nigga so
Audi 5, nigga, to see ya go but you don't 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 hear me doe)

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

Yeah, it