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

You don't wanna fuck wit

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

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

And I hit gates, nigga pump yo' brakes
'Cause I runnin', you better 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 poster, 40 on the coaster
'Cause moms don't that shit
Been on a nigga since [unverified]

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 booth, I'm comin' in the Coupe
Beanie pull over, fool there go

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rollin' through the hood, I see a bitch
I hit the switch, on my dick
Fresh T-shirt, like Hanes
They say I got St. rushin' through my veins

the CRASH units, all the way to Vice
They claimin' Ice Cube, nuttin' nice
I keep hittin', fuck Bill Clinton
No repentin', representin'

I can through the park 'cause it's crazy after dark
Keep my hand on my gun, 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

please