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 of never let a nigga see

If was niggas and bitches and bitches and niggas that hated me
Huh, I waited for my to come-of-age
And now I'm of-age I can't escape the front page
So I guess that nigga D is up to hit

I kicks the funky 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 they shit, aggravated and

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 rollin' with the

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

Next time you me on your block,
I you leave the place
Or be the to meet the Lord face-to-face
Nigga, I the one to take no bullshit

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

I'ma ya to ya asshole
(Uh)
Do it like the
(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
That you don't me doe

It's time to fuck em up, 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 I see that you don't hear me doe

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

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

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 think I'm cos I play it cool

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

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

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

Ain't no mistakin' what I'm
You motherfuckers still 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 I'm in your motherfuckin shit, mate
Huh, a bustin' caps, smokin' fires
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 track
Huh and still you wanna test a so
Audi 5, nigga, to see ya go but you don't hear me doe

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

Yeah, it