Luyện nghe bài hát We Don't Love 'em

Yeah, KLC DJ Wop, it's all about them
I my nigga, Wop don't love them hoes
My nigga KL, he ain't loving hoes
My nigga Cult definitely ain't loving hoes
Do y'all know what's up with this Mac nigga, it

To all the bitches, and all that shit
Running around with them tights on trying to the tricks
Running behind that dick chasing niggas with brand
I see you tight coming, you making it harder for the woman

Off in the giving rappers a hug, trying to get some love
Letting them put their on your glove
Off in the limo you and that slim hoe, hit the ass
And let their and them know so now you on they demo

They a rhyme about cha
They told the world how got that out cha
All up in the mouth too you the groupie route boo
They made you famous, your got to be your bitch
He saw the video tape and said all man that ain't

Instead of it he defending it, I'll give you that much
Either he lame or your pussy is gold with diamond clusters
But he a buster 'cause fucked you
But he the only one he love you, you's a

Hoes, hoes, you know I'm them hoes hoes
But I don't them hoes, hoes, I'm way above them hoes, hoes
Wop don't them hoes, hoes, KL don't love them hoes, hoes
Fiend love them hoes, hoes, Coonts don't love them hoes
this out, hoes

I seen her in the house in blue her ass
Winking her eye at every who passed
Trying to fell glass put his pants back
The ass fat but you asked
A trip with a simple effect even have to

things you be after you caught up in the rapture
Me and my point at you with laughter
But get down or try to you world
And what it did to make you such a shallow ass

I know you laid with nigga that you met last night
You fucking him because his white Cruiser's looking tight
Stroking, telling you that it was at first sight
But you don't realize that it was love for the

Now you at the crib crying, you sick of all niggas lying
But you the one that's doing all the
Supplying the cat to all the niggas who be trying to
On the Celia you wants to be real

Now back at the where the champagne pop
You in the club corner getting wet in some rain
It's to you so you except it
It's unknown how many niggas you slept with

We love them hoes, hoes
We don't them hoes, hoes, I'm way above them hoes, hoes
I'm 'bout them hoes, it hoes

My slim, I let them hoes know I'm from the 3rd yo
My name is Macadon and get all up in em' slow
I gives a fuck I get bucked nigga
My nigga DJ Wop told me to let them niggas
What's up my girl Storm, she in the house
I'm uptown so you niggas know I got all about