Luyện nghe bài hát You Don't Wanna Fuck Wit These

You don't wanna wit these

You wanna fuck wit these
Run up you big-ass and I'll have you clockin' G's
Wit my knockout jab, mess around and
Yo' ass in the gut, I don't give a

Down with the brown, these honkies
That got us in the mix they 666
Tricks get found, stinkin' tuna
Bailin' through your in my fresh suede Pumas

And I don't hit gates, nigga pump yo'
'Cause I ain't runnin', you better start
Take your off your metal
There's nowhere to hide, 'cause the is a ghetto

Want my afro long Mad Dawg
On a velvet poster, 40 on the
'Cause don't play that shit
hard on a nigga since [unverified]

Sayin' you need Jesus, 'cause I got the fresh
With the three fat, creases and it's on that, nigga where you at?
At a phone booth, I'm comin' in the
Beanie pull over, there they go

Drive real slow so we can let hoes know
That G's bust on L.A.P.D.'s
Make 'em eat cheese, 'cause they don't wanna fuck with
And he don't fuck wit these

I got mo' flavor than a hoe with a
And a stick of gum on her tongue, I get you
With the psycho-alpha-disco, my go
In my pocket, grabbin' on my

But I won't pull it out 'til time to spit
Make the say, "Damn, niggaz can't have shit"
'Cause I see Satan, in the cut
For black motherfucker, to bail out his hut

And I don't give a fuck
a sheriff who's tryin' to tear-off a [unverified]
My chinny chin chin hit him up with the
And I bend bend got his ass in my sight

My hit the cement, then I bent the corner
Yellin', "Cop Killer, and Time-Warner"
Got the wick-a-tick [unverified] say, damn he's so sweet
Hypnotize yo' ass that shit 'Knee Deep'

And you hate it, gang-affiliated, be bumpin', just a little somethin'
From that locked out that cater to the O.G.'s
And let you know, that you don't fuck wit these
And you don't wanna fuck wit
And you don't wanna wit these

through the hood, when I see a bitch
I hit the switch, she's on my
T-shirt, thick like Hanes
They say I got St. Ide's through my veins

From the CRASH units, all the way to
They claimin' Ice Cube, ain't nuttin'
'Cause I keep hittin', Bill Clinton
No repentin', just

I can walk through the 'cause it's crazy after dark
Keep my on my gun, 'cause I ain't the one
Bang you're dead, brains out your
I wish I was the nigga invented infrared

Now I got it poppin' but what's odor?
Smells a hot pot of that bakin' soda
'Cause I nigs from A's to Z's slangin' Ki's
Sayin you wanna fuck wit these

Nigga