Luyện nghe bài hát You Don't Know Shit

1]
You be like...
Why she gotta all of your posts?
Why you in posin' with them hoes?
And I be like, though
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
ain't, that 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' gon' do it
do it
I'ma let you yourself out
Move to the next, pull the best out
ain't no test
'Cause baby if it was you would have to

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

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

Gon', gon', gon', gon', gon', gon' do it then
let you gon', gon', gon', gon', gon', gon' gon' do it then
Bitch you must be
let you stress yourself out
Move over to the next, the best out
This ain't no
'Cause baby if it was you would to confess

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

3]
You be like... why's he on that lame
And I be like, you be on the same
On the Gram with that stupid Boomerang
You need to stop it with the games, bitch,
What did you think was happen?
All you do is a nigga off ya
Sittin' at the crib with a dry
Now I can't think of nothin' awful, baby
You be poppin', poppin',
You be poppin', ho
You be for them niggas at the night show, baby
boppin', boppin', boppin'
But you be all up in my business, shit, I go crazy now
How 'bout you 'bout that shit somewhere else?
Stop askin' me 'bout them bitches in
Won't you go out that 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' do it then
Bet you do it
I'ma let you gon', gon', gon', gon', gon', gon' do it then
Bet you do it
I'ma let you stress out
Move over to the next, 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 wrong answers, aww yeah
You be gettin' wrong answers, aww
I see the molly got you
'Cause you don't shit
Do you
You be wrong answers, aww yeah
You be wrong answers
I'ma on to a slow dancer