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 never let a 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 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 thing I gained is the pain of niggas comin' back
Nigga lookin' for shit, aggravated and pissed

Niggas they can't 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 answer with the ziggers in hood
He break your neck to a pass, nigga
even stop to say "Whattup", 'cos I bust for the fuck
And pay some quick to light a 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

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

bring ya to ya asshole
(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)

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

It's time to fuck em up, here it comes, blast,
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 you don't 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 nine, Tre-9, full Glock, Glock
My Glock makin' sounds and it don't

So nigga the swisha quick
And I'ma blaze till the motherfucker burn me off my
'Cos, see a gotta 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 the wrong nigga, be a tested
Straight St.Paul but clockin G's down in Texas
Some think I'm talk cos I play it

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

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

I'ma ya to ya asshole
(Uh)
Do it like the
(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 like the
(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 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 I'm in your motherfuckin shit, mate
Huh, a nigga bustin' caps, fires
Quick to it to your ass and keep on goin' till your ass die
And it ain't no runnin' dem backstreets

'Cos I got to catch 'em with
Carl Lewis on the track
Huh and you wanna test a nigga so
Audi 5, nigga, hate to see ya go but you don't me doe

bring ya to ya asshole
(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)

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

Yeah, it