Luyện nghe bài hát They Don't Won't No Problems

(DMX)

{Mysonne, Mysonne the problem child DMX Ruff
(Wanna wanna problem)
{Problem Children, y'all niggaz got
(Wanna wanna problem)

{But don't want no problems} (Nah baby)
{But they don't want no problems} (Wanna flow problem)
{But they don't want no problems nah nah they want no problems}
(Wanna flow problem)
{But they want no problems}
they don't want no problems} (Wanna flow wanna problem)
{But they don't want no nah nah they don't want no problems}
(No problems I'm you baby)

Yo, yo I told niggaz to pack they bags or grab they
Before I come it's tolate y'all had fun
all over now, I don't wanna talk to niggaz
Popping shots like corks in niggaz, sticking in niggaz
Cause they done, only reason y'all still breathing is y'all run
When we bust shots, my clutch glocks
Right in front of precents fuck
want pops then they die for them
Kiss the barrel, cry for
Spirt leave your body the sky for them
Fuck see what me and mines form
In the nine storm, death times
I'm that cat y'all niggaz got your eyes on
Go to papi broke trying to get your on
The day I'm gone I'm real fuck stardom
niggaz wanna talk but don't want no problems

All y'all want is your heart back dog you pussy
Acting like you wanna bark back don't push me
Only room enough for one dog to hold the down
You cowards know it now i'ma it down
When I'm done it down
It's my shit here, FUCK that nigga just say try where
Come on cupcake y'all cats ain't even built that
I been seen they bullshit I'm real like that
I how to walk the dog, I know how to chase the cat
I know how to get a bone, I know how to bring it
I know how to flip on a nigga split him the bat
I know how to a pup to make sure they scratch
You motherfuckers don't want no problems cause my revolver is them
One by one it's all of them
Let that be a lesson to your mans and
Keep your fucking shut if your mans want spit, nigga

Well it's the kid a
Crush your into a cake batter
Y'all know that cake mix but y'all don't wanna taste shit
Guns I should've been for
Y'all gone my bullets expand like a lesspee jaw
you test me boy
Don't fuck with X or to the dash
once you dump in these bags you drag to the trash
Dumpster amoung the rest of fags
My got your skin looking like acupunctures
a silence on the tip can't afford the noise
My banger got a jagged edge like them four
If your hot super soak you, won't be able to dry it off
relax take you last breath and die it off
Nothing but love I
But if you take the weight that's lead will rush your head
You sweat'll die hair red, like my bitch Eve
And no I'm not a faggot but I make niggaz striptease in of me
fun to me, nitches