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 up niggas to hear me, black
Ya should of 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 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 pain of niggas back
Nigga lookin' for they shit, aggravated and

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 rollin' the brass

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

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

'Cos see a nigga the D
Is game to empty out the full
So I come 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)
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)
Bustin on that ass but I see
That you don't me doe

It's time to em up, here it comes, blast, nigga
Thump to chest and they comin' out your ass, nigga
I grew apart, livin' my 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 Glock 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 till I can't smoke 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 tried to test the nigga, be a tested
Straight from St.Paul but clockin G's in Texas
Some think I'm talk cos I play it

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

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

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

Ain't no 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 shit, mate
Huh, a bustin' caps, smokin' fires
Quick to bring it to ass and keep on goin' till your ass die
And it ain't no runnin' dem backstreets

I got slugs to catch 'em with
Carl Lewis on the track
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 ass but still I see
That you hear me doe
(But you hear 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

Yeah, it