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 hear me,
Ya of never let a nigga see

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

I the funky shit and coke and stupid like I'm Gilligan
I'm P, supposed to hit a for a jack
The thing I gained is the pain of niggas comin' back
lookin' for they shit, aggravated and pissed

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

Don't answer with the 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 stop me on block,
I hope you the place
Or be the next to the Lord face-to-face
Nigga, I ain't the one to take no

'Cos see a nigga the D
Is game to empty out the clip
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 ass but still I see
That you don't me doe
(But you don't me doe)

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

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

So serve it to ya fat, hit the deck, mate
Hit the deck mate, me Flipper 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 the motherfucker burn me off my fingertips
'Cos, see a gotta say high
I try to till I can't smoke and then 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 test the wrong nigga, be a
Straight from St.Paul but clockin G's down in
Some think I'm talk cos I it cool

But I ain't the motherfucker
I do the shit that niggas do
Huh, like pistol whip a woodie for his
Then after that I gate and his bitch
And do the same

And I pain up the asshole
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 ass but still I see
you don't hear 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
That you hear me doe

Ain't no mistakin' I'm bringin'
You still ain't 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 nigga bustin' caps, smokin'
Quick to bring it to ass and keep on goin' till your ass die
And it ain't no down dem backstreets

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

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

Yeah, it