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

You don't wanna wit these

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

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

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

Want my afro long Mad Dawg
On a velvet poster, 40 on the
'Cause moms play 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 like that, nigga you at?
At a phone booth, I'm in the Coupe
Beanie pull over, fool they go

Drive real slow so we can let them know
That G's bust on L.A.P.D.'s
Make 'em eat cheese, 'cause they don't wanna fuck with
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, on my pistol

But I won't pull it out 'til it's 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 give a mad-ass fuck
a sheriff who's tryin' to tear-off a [unverified]
My chinny chin chin hit him up the right
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 wick-a-tick [unverified] niggaz say, damn so sweet
Hypnotize yo' ass like 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 don't fuck wit these
And you don't wanna fuck wit
And you don't wanna wit these

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

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

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

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

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