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

You don't fuck wit these

You don't fuck wit these
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 give a

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

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

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

Sayin' you need Jesus, 'cause I got the 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 slow so we can let them 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
With the psycho-alpha-disco, my go
In my pocket, on my pistol

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

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

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

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

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

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

I can through the park 'cause it's crazy after dark
Keep my hand on my gun, 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
'Cause I know nigs A's to Z's slangin' Ki's
Sayin you don't wanna fuck wit

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