Luyện nghe bài hát You Don't Hear Me Doe

Call me psychotive but I'm bad, yo
And do ya bad, black
And I come, I'm bustin' 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 to come-of-age
And now I'm I can't escape the fuckin' front page
So I guess that D is up to hit again

I kicks the funky shit and and stupid like I'm Gilligan
I'm P, supposed to hit a lick for a
The only thing I gained is the pain of niggas comin'
Nigga for they shit, aggravated and pissed

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

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

Next time you me on your block,
I hope you 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 game to empty out the full
So when I for ya, act like 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 hear me doe)

ya to ya asshole
(Uh)
Do it like the
(Yeah)
on that ass but still I see
That you don't me doe

It's to fuck em up, here it comes, blast, nigga
Thump to your chest and comin' out your ass, nigga
I grew apart, livin' my life as a
Niggas G to kill but still I see you don't hear me doe

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

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

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

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

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

no mistakin' what I'm bringin'
You motherfuckers still ain't had
So I'ma continue to break you off for proper ass
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 nigga bustin' caps, fires
Quick to it to your ass and keep on goin' till your ass die
And it ain't no runnin' down dem

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

Bring ya to ya
(Uh)
Do it like the
(Yeah)
Bustin on that ass but I see
you don't hear me doe

Yeah, it