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 when I come, I'm bustin' up niggas to me, black
Ya should of never let a see

If was niggas and bitches and bitches and niggas that hated me
Huh, I waited for my date to
And now I'm of-age I escape the fuckin' front page
So I guess that nigga D is up to hit

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

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

Don't with the ziggers in your hood
He your neck to roll a pass, nigga
Don't 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 to meet the Lord face-to-face
Nigga, I ain't the one to take no

see a nigga like the D
Is game to out the full clip
So when I come for ya, act like ya
Sittin', motherfuckin' smooth to the curb but you hear 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 hear me doe)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ain't no mistakin' what I'm
You still ain't had enough
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 come I'm in your shit, mate
Huh, a nigga caps, smokin' fires
Quick to bring it to your ass and on goin' till your ass die
And it ain't no down dem backstreets

'Cos I got slugs to 'em with
Carl Lewis on the track
Huh and still you wanna a nigga so
Audi 5, nigga, to see ya go but you don't hear 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 don't me doe
(But you don't me doe)

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

Yeah, it