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 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
got us in the mix with they 666
Tricks get found, like tuna
Bailin' your hood in my fresh suede Pumas

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

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

you need Jesus, 'cause I got the fresh sweatshirt
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
That G's even on L.A.P.D.'s
Make 'em eat cheese, 'cause they don't wanna with these
And he wanna fuck wit these

I got mo' flavor than a hoe 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 pull it out 'til it's time to
Make the girls say, "Damn, niggaz can't shit"
'Cause I see Satan, in the cut
For this motherfucker, to bail out his hut

And I don't give a fuck
a sheriff who's tryin' to tear-off a [unverified]
My chinny chin chin hit him up with the
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] niggaz say, damn he's so
Hypnotize yo' ass like that shit 'Knee

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

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

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

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

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

Nigga