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 bustin' up to hear me, black
Ya of never let a nigga see

If there was niggas and and bitches and niggas that hated me
Huh, I for my date to come-of-age
And now I'm of-age I can't escape the fuckin' front
So I guess nigga 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 of niggas comin' back
Nigga for they shit, aggravated and pissed

Niggas can't 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 with the brass

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

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

'Cos see a nigga the D
Is game to out the full clip
So when I come for ya, act like ya
Sittin', motherfuckin' smooth to the but you don't hear 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 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

It's time to fuck em up, here it comes, blast,
Thump to your chest and they comin' out your ass,
I grew apart, livin' my life as a
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 deck mate, call me Flipper I checkmate
D-um nine, Tre-9, full Glock, Glock
My Glock makin' and it don't stop

So pass the swisha quick
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 still I got my on my shit
And click, click, click, ya die, die, die, ya dead,
You to test the wrong nigga, be a tested
Straight from St.Paul but G's down in Texas
Some think I'm talk cos I play it

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

And I will up the asshole
Collectin' on my drips 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
That you don't 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
That you don't me doe

Ain't no what I'm bringin'
You still ain't had enough
So I'ma continue to break you off for 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 it to your ass and keep on goin' till your ass die
And it ain't no runnin' down dem

I got slugs to catch 'em with
Carl Lewis on the meet
Huh and you wanna test a nigga so
5, nigga, hate 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)
on that ass but still I see
That you don't me doe
(But you hear me doe)

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

Yeah, it