Luyện nghe bài hát I Ain't Havin' That

They like us
up
They don't us
ain't gotta like us fuck them son

Starang forever Wu Tang my crew brings drama
Hangin' your ass upside by ya shoe strings
Smoke, tell 'em how we doin'
Stop the shit just to big up my newness

(Now, by all means)
I do a in New Orleans
And get wit b'out it it Mystikal
(Starang, we been you)
Last year ATL we almost got

I can't talk, now, read about it in the
(While up in D&D)
I two and three stitches
I was still bitches in the tunnel takin' pictures
In the listenin' to 'Kris, I Got Next'
I hot sex, so I ran and got the Lex

Aiyo, goes down
to throw down, show up this a showdown
So, low, now, I'm low down
down the fort, now wit a fo' pound
Blow down ya whole town first go

Yo smile'll be switched, bitch, and you'll frown
When I dig in ya and take all the dope out
Lay ya gold out now and pronounce one word
Shut the up, probably cryin' hold down

Tired of asses, takin' shit for a joke
Now, you'll pounce gat pointed at yo door
Act like you now
We could be so foul, shake your hand, run up in ya bitch, no

I ain't havin'
I havin' that
I havin' that
I ain't havin'

Shit, yo' game be asses, I got two passes to the
turn into night we fuck, yo' cars superthug privilege
I ain't got to brag I did it
Run before the rap when I was

On these motherfuckin' mean streets of gun clappin'
I ain't got to front, I it happen
snappin' necks, strictly macs and techs
Head all over, deuce, deuce, the feds

Yo, matter fact, here's a list of some of the shit I havin'
First of all there be no more talkin' out yo' ass, man
I havin' no back stabbin', I ain't havin' shit
Run yo' mouth, you get smacked in it, why?
(Why?)

Why ask? Why say goodbye to mister guy? Say hi to the bad guy
horsemen head the magnum force, man, rip you get lit the fuck up
(Speed)
Like a spliff of human torch, man, shit scorchin'

Do the your feet hurt from half-steppin'
Bitin' my shit a make your hurt
Word is bond Jovi B you
My don't stay out, my high stop ridin'
(My dick)

Son, niggaz tryin' ta me in the head wit gats fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I havin' that)
Run up in the think you gone dead that fuck that
(I havin' that, I ain't havin' that)

U.S. Marshall's at my crib, tryin' ta take me back, that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't that)
We could take it ol' at 3, meet me in the back, fuck that
(I havin' that, I ain't havin' that)

Yo, yo, ya at?
To all my Hennessey passed off
Give a toast to my MFC
you clowns waitin', Ruck is shakin' the foundation

Wit some groundbreakin' that'll leave the town thinking
When I cock my pistol, drop back and whistle
For my to hold me down because this here 'bout to get hit dude
We you, stick a niggas roll and his fool clique
I full clip for you and all of ya bull

U.S. Marshall and little, whittle, when left is caught up on my pillow
Eat a dick between 2 slices of bread, you fag
MFC it cookin'
(Keep it cookin')

We emerge wit the blue print to plan my escape from central
Rock, the lock, Ruck, bust the sha sha
Keep with the CC4 to blow the door
(Now, we the spot)

Armed and semi under rated, fuck it, to me dated by a wip ass
You niggaz lick ass, we gas pletal freak mass
Doin' the Macarana 2 pounds of hash
(We havin' that)

I havin' that
I ain't havin'
I ain't havin'
I havin' that
I ain't havin'

You don't got no wins in mi
My shit's proper, you suckin' my kielbasa
From hilshire I still from helicopters
Watch the birdie, I heard him the tale to the coppers

Clock ya from the precinct singin' operas
Met you at ya crib the blind side, I dropped ya
Knocked ya, out ya mouth when I popped ya
you upstate to get a gun from ya poppa

Yo, live niggaz on the wall, write smoke, crack, fuck that
(I ain't that, I ain't havin' that)
Yo, ya smack me and I smack you back fuck
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't that)

Y'all niggaz think y'all gon' come around here flashin' track, that
(I havin' that, I ain't havin' that)
And if you niggaz owe me dough, besta get my trap, fuck
(I ain't that, I ain't havin' that)

Son, you know can't stand me
'Cuz my pack heat like Miami
Ran for these rappaz of the Grammy's
They be killin' me, how they willingly be me

'Cuz they shorty wop just be me
Could it be my name or my big gold
Now, when we in the airport on our way to soul
I got on the West coast
(West side)

That meet me at the airport, carryin' weed in trench coats
In class, eatin' French toast and coffee
the stewardess to back up off me we on y'all
Warned ya but y'all still couldn't wait for the great
H. word up

And if ya call and I'm not home you can call me back, fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I ain't that)
You just can't smoke if you ain't put in for the sack, that
(I havin' that, I ain't havin' that)

Son, don't fuck her raw, here's a hat, fuck that
(I ain't havin' that, I havin' that)
Here's a tic-tac, breath smell like ass crack, fuck that

And when you know that you're MFC, you're MFC for life
98 shit, H. Duren, Doc Holiday