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 bitch and have you clockin' G's
Wit my knockout jab, mess and stab
Yo' ass in the gut, I don't a fuck

Down with the brown, clownin' honkies
got us in the mix with they 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 runnin', you better start gunnin'
Take your hand off your
nowhere to hide, 'cause the world is a ghetto

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

Sayin' you need Jesus, 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 comin' in the
Beanie pull over, there they 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 wanna fuck 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
With the psycho-alpha-disco, my go
In my pocket, grabbin' on my

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

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

My hit the cement, then I bent the corner
Yellin', "Cop Killer, and Time-Warner"
Got the [unverified] niggaz say, damn he's so sweet
yo' ass like 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 wanna fuck wit these
And you don't fuck wit these

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

From the units, all the way to Vice
They Ice Cube, ain't nuttin' nice
I keep hittin', fuck Bill Clinton
No repentin', just

I can walk through the park 'cause it's crazy after
Keep my hand on my gun, 'cause I the one
Bang you're dead, brains out head
I wish I was the nigga that invented

Now I got it poppin' but what's odor?
Smells a hot pot of that bakin' soda
'Cause I know nigs from A's to Z's slangin'
Sayin you don't wanna wit these

Nigga