Luyện nghe bài hát You Don't Know Shit

1]
You be like...
Why she like all of your posts?
Why you in there posin' with them
And I be like, damn
Why you in goin' through my phone?
Bitch I told you take ass home
And you be like...
That ain't, that ain't... none of my
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' do it then
do it
I'ma let you yourself out
Move over to the next, the best out
This no test
'Cause if it was you would have to confess

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

2]
Baby I'm all about that
But your pussy ain't really make me chill, is it?
at you like, oh really? Oh really?
Havin' real hair, don't 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 fuckin' 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
That ain't nothin' but a job
But when all my bad show 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
Bitch you must be
let you stress yourself out
Move over to the next, pull the out
This 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 got you gone
'Cause you don't shit
Do you
You be gettin' answers, aww yeah
You be gettin' wrong
I'ma move on to a dancer

3]
You be like... why's he on that shit?
And I be like, you be on the shit
On the with that stupid Boomerang shit
You need to it with the games, bitch, yeah
What did you was gon' happen?
All you do is push a off ya
Sittin' at the with a dry dick
Now I can't think of nothin' awful, baby
You be poppin', poppin',
You be poppin', ho
You be poppin' for niggas at the night show, baby
Just boppin', boppin',
But you be all up in my business, shit, I go crazy now
How 'bout you worry that shit somewhere else?
Stop askin' me 'bout bitches in there
Won't you go out that shit for yourself?
'Cause I don't give a fuck, I don't
'Cause 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' gon' do it
Bet you do it
let you stress yourself out
Move over to the next, pull the out
This no test
'Cause baby if it was you would to confess

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