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

You wanna fuck wit these

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

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

And I don't hit gates, pump yo' brakes
'Cause I ain't runnin', you better gunnin'
Take your hand off 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 play 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 that, nigga where you at?
At a booth, I'm comin' in the Coupe
Beanie over, fool there they go

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

I got mo' flavor than a hoe with a
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
Make the girls say, "Damn, niggaz have shit"
I see Satan, waitin' in the cut
For black motherfucker, to bail out his hut

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

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

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

Rollin' the hood, when I see a bitch
I hit the switch, she's on my
T-shirt, thick like Hanes
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 walk through the park 'cause it's after dark
Keep my 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 that odor?
Smells like a hot pot of that soda
I know nigs from A's to Z's slangin' Ki's
Sayin you wanna fuck wit these

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