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

You wanna fuck wit these

You don't fuck wit these
Run up you bitch and I'll have you clockin' G's
Wit my jab, mess 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
get found, stinkin' like tuna
Bailin' your hood in my fresh suede Pumas

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

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

you need Jesus, 'cause I got the fresh sweatshirt
With the three fat, creases and on like that, nigga where you at?
At a phone booth, I'm comin' in the
Beanie over, fool there 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 wanna fuck with these
And he don't wanna wit these

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, grabbin' on my

But I won't pull it out 'til it's 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 give a fuck
About a who's tryin' to tear-off a [unverified]
My chinny chin chin hit him up the right
And then I bend got his ass in my sight

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

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

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

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

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

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

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