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

You wanna fuck wit these

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

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

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

Want my afro 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 fresh
With the three fat, creases and on like that, nigga where you at?
At a phone booth, I'm comin' in the
Beanie over, fool there they go

Drive real slow so we can let them hoes
G's even bust on L.A.P.D.'s
Make 'em eat cheese, 'cause they don't fuck with these
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, grabbin' on my

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

And I don't give a mad-ass
About a who's tryin' to tear-off a [unverified]
My chinny chin hit him up with the right
And then I bend got his ass in my sight

My hit the cement, then 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 'Knee Deep'

And you it, gang-affiliated, niggaz be bumpin', just a little somethin'
From that out nigga that cater 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 wanna wit these

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

From the units, all the way to Vice
They claimin' Ice Cube, nuttin' nice
'Cause I keep hittin', fuck Clinton
No repentin', representin'

I can walk through the park it's crazy after dark
Keep my hand on my gun, 'cause I the one
Bang you're dead, 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 that soda
'Cause I nigs from A's to Z's slangin' Ki's
Sayin you don't fuck wit these

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