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

You don't fuck wit these

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

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

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

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

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

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

I got mo' flavor than a hoe a dick
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 pull it out 'til it's time to spit
Make the girls say, "Damn, niggaz have shit"
I see Satan, waitin' in the cut
For black motherfucker, to bail out his hut

And I don't a mad-ass fuck
About a sheriff who's tryin' to a [unverified]
My chinny chin hit him up with the right
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] niggaz say, damn he's so
Hypnotize yo' ass like that 'Knee Deep'

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

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

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

I can through the park '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 but what's that odor?
Smells like a hot pot of bakin' soda
'Cause I know nigs from A's to Z's slangin'
Sayin you don't fuck wit these

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