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

You wanna fuck wit these

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

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

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

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

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

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

I got mo' flavor than a hoe a dick
And a stick of gum on her tongue, I get you
With the psycho-alpha-disco, my 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 have shit"
'Cause I see Satan, in the cut
For this motherfucker, to bail out his hut

And I give a mad-ass fuck
About a sheriff who's tryin' to a [unverified]
My chinny chin hit him up with the right
And then I bend bend got his ass in my

My Chuck's hit the cement, I bent 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 Deep'

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

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. rushin' through my veins

From the units, all the way to Vice
claimin' Ice Cube, ain't nuttin' nice
'Cause I keep hittin', fuck Bill
No repentin', representin'

I can walk through the park 'cause it's after dark
Keep my on my gun, 'cause I ain't 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 that
Smells like a hot pot of bakin' soda
I know nigs from A's to Z's slangin' Ki's
Sayin you don't fuck wit these

Nigga