Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Play Wit It

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

Preach on, niggaz comin' up short on your money
Your re-up shit right, nope, nope
Your grams off nigga, get shit right
Tell 'em shawty, let me talk to

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

Or I can let it go it ain't nuttin' man
But naw it's the principle so what you sayin'
E'ry dollar I it, e'ry dime I need that
So when it's time to bread gimme no feedback

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

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

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

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

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

Ride wit'cha in the trunk 'til ya bad
Get your after class, ride by snatch her ass
I know a pussy owe me a couple stack
Pop him like he never had, but the nigga holdin'

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

I ain't that, pay me for my fuckin' 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, your ass twice
Fuckin' with my paper, you're wit'cha life
Don't play wit it, play wit it
Don't play wit it, nigga, play wit it

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, don't wit it

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

All I'm sayin', don't try to me like I'm soft
Treat you like mosquitoes when I you with that off
That Joc crawl blood, call me Red Cross
Leave your wig leakin' you spilled spaghetti sauce

Fuckin' with my paper, ye right
send them gators, in the middle of the night
Let 'em split your tater, in front your
No one can save ya, put out your

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

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

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

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