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 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

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

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

Want my afro long Mad Dawg
On a poster, 40 on the coaster
'Cause moms don't that shit
Been hard on a nigga since

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

real slow so we can let them hoes know
That G's even on L.A.P.D.'s
Make 'em eat cheese, they 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, grabbin' on my

But I won't it out 'til it's time to spit
the girls say, "Damn, niggaz 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 bend got his ass in my

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

And you hate it, gang-affiliated, be bumpin', just a little somethin'
From that locked out that cater to the O.G.'s
And let you know, that you don't wanna fuck wit
And you don't 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
T-shirt, thick like Hanes
They say I got St. Ide's through my veins

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

I can walk through the park 'cause it's after dark
my hand on my gun, 'cause I ain't the one
Bang dead, brains out your head
I wish I was the nigga invented infrared

Now I got it poppin' but what's that
Smells like a hot pot of that bakin'
'Cause I know nigs A's to Z's slangin' Ki's
Sayin you don't fuck wit these

Nigga