Luyện nghe bài hát You Don't Know Shit

1]
You be like...
Why she gotta like all of your
Why you in there posin' with hoes?
And I be like, though
Why you in there through my phone?
Bitch I told you take ass home
And you be like...
ain't, that ain't... none of my business
That ain't, that ain't... of my biz
And I be do it then

Gon', gon', gon', gon', gon', gon' do it then
let you gon', gon', gon', gon', gon', gon' gon' do it then
do it
I'ma let you stress out
Move over to the next, pull the out
ain't no test
'Cause if it was you would have to confess

That you don't shit
Do you
You be gettin' wrong answers, aww
You be gettin' wrong answers, aww
I see the molly got you
you don't know shit
Do you
You be gettin' answers, aww yeah
You be gettin' answers
I'ma move on to a dancer

2]
Baby I'm all that pussy
But your pussy gon' really make me chill, is it?
Lookin' at you like, oh really? Oh
real hair, that don't make you real, can I...
Hit you with the sauce in the
I put fuckin' meat right on your grill, baby
I'll you the stroke, put you on it
I'll show you how to make some real paper, like...
Oh, oh, I be too much not to eat
If you helpin' me get on my feet
Then let's see how your do in the streets
I be ooh, ooh
You say you key up all my cars
That nothin' but a paint job
But all my bad bitches show up at your job
look at you like...

Gon', gon', gon', gon', gon', gon' do it then
I'ma let you gon', gon', gon', gon', gon', gon' do it then
you must be stupid
I'ma let you stress out
over to the next, pull the best out
This ain't no
'Cause baby if it was you would have to

That you don't shit
Do you
You be gettin' wrong answers, aww
You be gettin' wrong answers, aww
I see the got you gone
'Cause you don't shit
Do you
You be gettin' answers, aww yeah
You be gettin' wrong
I'ma move on to a dancer

3]
You be like... why's he on that shit?
And I be like, you be on the same
On the with that stupid Boomerang shit
You to stop it with the games, bitch, yeah
did you think was gon' happen?
All you do is a nigga off ya
Sittin' at the crib with a dry
Now I think of nothin' more awful, baby
You be poppin', poppin',
You be poppin', ho
You be for them niggas at the night show, baby
Just boppin', boppin',
But you be all up in my business, shit, I go crazy now
How 'bout you worry 'bout that shit somewhere
Stop askin' me 'bout bitches in there
Won't you go find out shit for yourself?
'Cause I don't a fuck, I don't care
'Cause tell ya
I'ma tell ya

Gon', gon', gon', gon', gon', gon' do it then
Bet you do it
I'ma let you gon', gon', gon', gon', gon', gon' gon' do it
Bet you do it
I'ma let you stress out
over to the next, pull the best out
This ain't no
baby if it was you would have to confess

That you don't shit
Do you
You be gettin' wrong answers, aww
You be gettin' wrong answers, aww
I see the got you gone
'Cause you know shit
Do you
You be gettin' answers, aww yeah
You be gettin' wrong
I'ma on to a slow dancer