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

You don't fuck wit these

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

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

And I don't hit gates, pump yo' brakes
'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 like Mad Dawg
On a velvet poster, 40 on the
'Cause moms don't that shit
hard on a nigga since [unverified]

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

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

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

But I won't 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 motherfucker, to bail out his hut

And I don't give a fuck
About a who's tryin' to tear-off a [unverified]
My chinny chin hit him up with the right
And then I 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, he's so sweet
Hypnotize yo' ass that shit 'Knee Deep'

And you hate it, gang-affiliated, niggaz be bumpin', a little somethin'
From that locked out nigga 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 wanna fuck wit these

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

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

I can through the park 'cause it's crazy after dark
Keep my hand on my gun, 'cause I 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 that soda
'Cause I know nigs A's to Z's slangin' Ki's
Sayin you don't wanna fuck wit

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