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

You don't wanna fuck wit

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

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

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

Want my long like Mad Dawg
On a poster, 40 on the coaster
'Cause moms play that shit
hard on a nigga since [unverified]

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

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

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, grabbin' on my

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

And I don't a mad-ass fuck
About a sheriff 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, then I the corner
Yellin', "Cop Killer, and Time-Warner"
Got the wick-a-tick niggaz say, damn he's so sweet
Hypnotize yo' ass like that shit 'Knee

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

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

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

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

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

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