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

You don't wanna wit these

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

Down with the brown, these honkies
That got us in the mix they 666
get found, stinkin' like tuna
Bailin' through hood 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 nowhere to hide, 'cause the world is a

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

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

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

I got mo' flavor a hoe with 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 won't it out 'til it's time to spit
Make the girls say, "Damn, 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 who's tryin' to tear-off a
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, 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 like shit 'Knee Deep'

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

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

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

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

Now I got it poppin' but what's odor?
Smells like a hot pot of bakin' soda
'Cause I know nigs A's to Z's slangin' Ki's
Sayin you wanna fuck wit these

Nigga