Luyện nghe bài hát You Don't Know Shit

1]
You be like...
Why she gotta like all of posts?
Why you in there posin' with them
And I be like, damn
Why you in goin' through my phone?
I told you take your ass home
And you be like...
That ain't, that ain't... of my business
That ain't, ain't... none of my biz
And I be like do it

Gon', gon', gon', gon', gon', gon' do it then
I'ma let you gon', gon', gon', gon', gon', gon' do it then
do it
I'ma let you yourself out
over to the next, pull the best out
This ain't no
'Cause baby if it was you have to confess

That you don't know
Do you
You be gettin' answers, aww yeah
You be wrong answers, aww yeah
I see the molly got you
you don't know shit
Do you
You be wrong answers, aww yeah
You be gettin' answers
I'ma move on to a slow

2]
Baby I'm all about pussy
But your pussy ain't really make me chill, is it?
at you like, oh really? Oh really?
Havin' real hair, that don't you real, can I...
Hit you with the sauce in the
I put this meat right on your grill, baby
show you the stroke, put you on it
I'll show you how to make some real paper, like...
Oh, oh, I be cookin' too not to eat
If you helpin' me get on my feet
Then let's see how your do in the streets
I be ooh, ooh
You say you key up all my cars
That ain't nothin' but a job
But when all my bad bitches up at your job
look at you like...

Gon', gon', gon', gon', gon', gon' gon' do it
I'ma let you gon', gon', gon', gon', gon', gon' do it then
you must be stupid
I'ma let you yourself out
Move over to the next, the best out
ain't no test
'Cause if it was you would have to confess

That you know shit
Do you
You be gettin' answers, aww yeah
You be gettin' answers, aww yeah
I see the molly got you
'Cause you don't know
Do you
You be gettin' answers, aww yeah
You be gettin' wrong
move on to a slow dancer

3]
You be like... he on that lame shit?
And I be like, you be on the same
On the Gram that stupid Boomerang shit
You need to stop it with the games, bitch,
What did you was gon' happen?
All you do is push a off ya
at the crib with a dry dick
Now I can't think of more awful, baby
You be poppin', poppin',
You be poppin', ho
You be for them niggas at the night show, baby
Just boppin', boppin',
But you be all up in my business, shit, I go crazy now
How you worry 'bout that shit somewhere else?
Stop askin' me 'bout them in there
Won't you go find out shit for yourself?
'Cause I don't a fuck, I don't care
I'ma tell ya
'Cause I'ma ya

Gon', gon', gon', gon', gon', gon' gon' do it
Bet you do it
let you gon', gon', gon', gon', gon', gon' gon' do it then
Bet you do it
I'ma let you stress out
Move to the next, pull the best out
ain't no test
'Cause baby if it was you would to confess

That you don't know
Do you
You be gettin' answers, aww yeah
You be gettin' wrong answers, aww
I see the molly got you
'Cause you don't know
Do you
You be gettin' answers, aww yeah
You be gettin' wrong
I'ma move on to a dancer