Luyện nghe bài hát You Don't Hear Me Doe

Call me psychotive but I'm bad, yo
And do ya bad, black
And when I come, I'm bustin' up niggas to hear me,
Ya should of let a nigga see

If there was niggas and 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' page
So I guess that D is up to hit again

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

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

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

Next time you me on your block,
I you leave the place
Or be the next to meet the Lord
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 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
you don't hear me doe
(But you don't me doe)

Bring ya to ya
(Uh)
Do it like the
(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
to your chest 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 hear me doe

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

So pass the swisha quick
And I'ma blaze till the motherfucker me off my fingertips
'Cos, see a gotta say high
I try to smoke till I 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 wrong nigga, be a
Straight from St.Paul but clockin G's in Texas
Some I'm talk cos I play it cool

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

And I pain up the asshole
Collectin' on my drips as
I stroll but you 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 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
That you don't me doe

no mistakin' what I'm bringin'
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 motherfuckin shit,
Huh, a bustin' caps, smokin' fires
Quick to bring it to your ass and keep on goin' till ass die
And it ain't no runnin' down dem

'Cos I got to catch 'em with
Carl on the track meet
Huh and still you 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 like the
(Yeah)
on that ass but still I see
That you don't me doe
(But you don't me doe)

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

Yeah, it