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

You don't fuck wit these

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

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

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

Want my afro like Mad Dawg
On a velvet poster, 40 on the
'Cause don't play that shit
Been hard on a since [unverified]

Sayin' you Jesus, 'cause 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 slow so we can let them hoes know
That G's even on L.A.P.D.'s
Make 'em eat cheese, 'cause don't wanna fuck with these
And he don't wanna wit these

I got mo' flavor a hoe with a dick
And a stick of gum on her tongue, I get you
With the psycho-alpha-disco, my go
In my pocket, on my pistol

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

And I don't give a fuck
About a sheriff who's tryin' to tear-off a
My chinny chin chin hit him up 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
Hypnotize yo' ass like shit 'Knee Deep'

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

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

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

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

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

Nigga