Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Play Wit It

What it is Sup, Yung Joc, Block Entertainment
Yeah, you wan' somethin'? Whatchu wanna know nigga?
I'ma take this motherfuckin' to let y'all niggaz know
I'm tired of playin' games, I'm of playin' witchu man

on, y'all niggaz comin' up short on your money
Your re-up shit ain't right, nope,
Your off nigga, get that shit right
'em shawty, let me talk to y'all

This ain't make so why the fuck is you playin'
You better listen close to what the fuck I'm
'Cause all it takes is a couple grand
AT&T, I reach out and I touch a man

Or I can let it go 'cause it nuttin' man
But naw it's the so fuck what you sayin'
E'ry dollar I want it, dime I need that
So it's time to break bread gimme no feedback

'Cause you want to piss me off
And I get to poppin' we poppin' Cristal
See I can't help it, that's how we get down
Let off a couple rounds, turn your to a frown

Yeah, I know, you I'm bluffin'
I kick the do' and the goons they rush in
Lay on the flo' where you keep the coke in
You say, "I don't know" then your blood gushin'

I done told your ass once, told ass twice
Fuckin' my paper, you're fuckin' wit'cha life
play wit it, don't play wit it
Don't play wit it, nigga, play wit it

I done told your ass once, your ass twice
Fuckin' with my paper, you're wit'cha life
Don't wit it, don't play wit it
play wit it, nigga, don't play wit it

Here he once again' Mr. Murder Man
Smokin' on the purple bad, pistol in my hand
Fuckin' with my bands, get your ass murdered fast
Chop you up and chop ya, stuff ya in a duffel bag

Ride wit'cha in the 'til ya smellin' bad
Get your daughter class, ride by snatch her ass
I know a pussy owe me a couple stack
Pop him like he had, but the nigga holdin' back

I ain't trippin' now I'm lettin' 'em pass, got ass
So I'm in the good, nigga smokin' like a
Flashin' hella stacks, pie Pontiac
Actin' for these hoes with my money, what shit is that?

I ain't feelin' that, pay me for my pack
E'ry dime off e'ry zone, don't gimme
See it for the chrome, go on pull it out
Sad Sunday service for the sucker in the lot

I done told your ass once, told ass twice
Fuckin' with my paper, you're fuckin' wit'cha
play wit it, don't play wit it
Don't play wit it, nigga, play wit it

I done told your ass once, your ass twice
Fuckin' my paper, you're fuckin' wit'cha life
Don't play wit it, don't wit it
Don't play wit it, nigga, don't wit it

Better the repercussions fuckin' with my dividends
Yeah, I got a hitman for the
Leave your baby numb and I touch many fans
If ye ain't tryin' to see it, I suggest you prayin'

All I'm sayin', try to play me like I'm soft
Treat you mosquitoes when I skeet you with that off
Joc crawl blood, nigga call me Red Cross
Leave your wig leakin' you spilled spaghetti sauce

Fuckin' my paper, ye ain't right
send them gators, in the middle of the night
Let 'em your tater, in front your wife
No one can save ya, put out your

fuckin' with my paper, ye ain't right
I'ma send gators, in the middle of the night
Let 'em split your tater, in your wife
No one can save ya, put out lights

I done told ass once, told your ass twice
with my paper, you're fuckin' wit'cha life
Don't play wit it, play wit it
Don't play wit it, nigga, don't wit it

I done your ass once, told your ass twice
Fuckin' my paper, you're fuckin' wit'cha life
Don't play wit it, don't wit it
play wit it, nigga, don't play wit it

It's the big dawg,
Joc in the building, ya heard me?