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

You don't wanna fuck wit

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

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

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

Want my long like Mad Dawg
On a velvet poster, 40 on the
'Cause don't play that shit
Been hard on a nigga since

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

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

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

But I won't pull it out 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 mad-ass
About a sheriff who's tryin' to a [unverified]
My chinny chin hit him up with the right
And I bend bend got his ass in my sight

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

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

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

From the CRASH units, all the way to
They claimin' Ice Cube, ain't nuttin'
'Cause I keep hittin', Bill Clinton
No repentin', just

I can walk through the 'cause it's crazy after dark
Keep my hand on my gun, 'cause I the one
Bang dead, brains out your head
I wish I was the nigga that invented

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

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