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

You don't wanna wit these

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

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

And I don't hit gates, nigga yo' brakes
'Cause I ain't runnin', you better gunnin'
your hand off your metal
There's nowhere to hide, the world is a ghetto

Want my long like Mad Dawg
On a velvet poster, 40 on the
moms don't play that shit
Been hard on a nigga since

Sayin' you Jesus, 'cause I got the fresh sweatshirt
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, fool they go

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rollin' through the hood, when I see a
I hit the switch, on my dick
Fresh T-shirt, thick Hanes
say I got St. Ide's rushin' through my veins

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

I can walk through the park 'cause it's crazy after
my hand on my gun, 'cause I ain't the one
Bang you're dead, out your head
I wish I was the nigga that infrared

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

Nigga