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 of never let a nigga see

If there was niggas and and bitches and niggas that hated me
Huh, I for my date to come-of-age
And now I'm of-age I can't escape the fuckin' page
So I that nigga 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 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' the brass

Don't with the ziggers in your hood
He your 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 stop me on block,
I hope you the place
Or be the to meet the Lord face-to-face
Nigga, I ain't the one to take no

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

I'ma 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
(But you don't me doe)

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

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

So I'ma serve it to ya fat, hit the deck,
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 pass the quick
And I'ma blaze till the motherfucker me off my fingertips
'Cos, see a gotta say high
I try to smoke till I can't smoke and I won't smoke

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 from St.Paul but clockin G's in Texas
Some think I'm cos I play 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 I gate and grab his bitch
And do the thang

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

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

Ain't no mistakin' I'm bringin'
You motherfuckers ain't had enough
So I'ma to break 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 motherfuckin shit, mate
Huh, a nigga caps, smokin' fires
Quick to bring it to your ass and keep on goin' your ass die
And it ain't no runnin' dem backstreets

'Cos I got slugs to catch 'em
Carl on the track meet
Huh and still you wanna test a 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)
on that ass but still I see
That you hear me doe
(But you don't me doe)

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

Yeah, it