Luyện nghe bài hát You Don't Hear Me Doe

Call me psychotive but I'm bad, yo
And do ya bad, black
And I come, I'm bustin' up niggas to hear me, black
Ya of never let a nigga see

If there was niggas and bitches and and niggas that hated me
Huh, I waited for my date to
And now I'm of-age I escape the fuckin' front page
So I that nigga D is up to hit again

I kicks the funky shit and coke and stupid like I'm
I'm P, supposed to hit a for a jack
The only I gained is the pain of niggas comin' back
lookin' for they shit, aggravated and pissed

Niggas they fuck with my clique
I'm to break 'em off for chunk
A D E A T H L Y, a punk
And I be rollin' the brass

Don't answer the ziggers in your hood
He break your neck to roll a pass,
even stop to say "Whattup", 'cos I bust for the fuck
And pay some quick to a motherfucker up

Next time you me on your block,
I hope you the place
Or be the next to meet the face-to-face
Nigga, I ain't the one to take no

'Cos see a nigga the D
Is game to empty out the full
So when I come for ya, act like ya
Sittin', motherfuckin' smooth to the curb but you hear Doe

bring ya to ya asshole
(Uh)
Do it the G-to-O
(Yeah)
Bustin' on ass but still I see
you don't hear me doe
(But you don't me doe)

ya to ya asshole
(Uh)
Do it like the
(Yeah)
on that ass but still I see
That you hear me doe

time to fuck em up, here it comes, blast, nigga
Thump to your chest and they comin' out ass, nigga
I grew apart, livin' my as a criminal
Niggas G to kill but still I see that you don't me doe

So I'ma serve it to ya fat, hit the deck,
Hit the deck mate, call me Flipper I checkmate
D-um divertin' nine, Tre-9, Glock, Glock
My makin' sounds and it don't stop

So pass the swisha quick
And blaze till the motherfucker burn me off my fingertips
'Cos, see a nigga say high
I try to smoke till I smoke and then I won't smoke

But I got my fingers on my shit
And click, click, click, ya die, die, die, ya dead,
You tried to the wrong nigga, be a tested
Straight from St.Paul but clockin G's in Texas
think I'm talk cos I play it cool

But I ain't the average
I do the that niggas won't do
Huh, pistol whip a woodie for his bank
Then after I gate and grab his bitch
And do the same

And I will pain up the
Collectin' on my drips as
I stroll but you hear me doe

I'ma ya to ya asshole
(Uh)
Do it the G-to-O
(Yeah)
Bustin' on ass but still I see
That you hear me doe
(But you hear me doe)

Bring ya to ya
(Uh)
Do it the G-to-O
(Yeah)
Bustin on ass but still I see
That you hear me doe

Ain't no what I'm bringin'
You motherfuckers still ain't had
So I'ma to break you off for proper ass chunk
May it be nine, may it be a gauge, may it be a

Any way you I'm in your motherfuckin shit, mate
Huh, a nigga caps, smokin' fires
Quick to it to your ass and keep on goin' till your ass die
And it ain't no runnin' dem backstreets

'Cos I got slugs to catch 'em
Lewis on the track meet
Huh and still you wanna a nigga so
Audi 5, nigga, hate to see ya go but you don't me doe

bring ya to ya asshole
(Uh)
Do it the G-to-O
(Yeah)
Bustin' on that ass but I see
That you don't me doe
(But you don't me doe)

ya to ya asshole
(Uh)
Do it like the
(Yeah)
on that ass but still I see
That you don't me doe

Yeah, it