Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Wit Me

Yo, it's the nigga with the nasty and the clean rag six-four
With the D's I can bag a hoe
Top down, so my rag can show, in the dutch
Purple or orange, haze, it's just a bag of

Hit with my khakis on, Aladdin Lounge
In Jacobs denim and Don Magli's on
I'm a gangsta and the birds they it
20 with a babyface and sit on like Kirby Puckett

You can't buy a Ferrari, fuck it, cop from J
The bricks with Louis Vuitton luggage
He order rock and it, the dimes is free
The quarters is 75, the ball is

nobody fumblin' on my block
We in the like Biggs or Marshall Faulk, we runnin' the rock
Nothin' less than a hundred a pop, anything you a cop
Shoot you and your vest and your glock, motherfuckers

What'chu know stackin' G's, you got to come fuck wit me
Puffin' on green, you got to come fuck wit me
My team is just oh, so clean, you got to come wit me
What'chu know stackin' G's, you got to come fuck wit me

I'm in the streets like the place is mine, told to cover my
I push paper to my shine
I'm on my chief, jumpin' out the wagon Tyco
And get the kind of paper these niggaz'll die fo'

Bossed out, camouflage under my B
Motorbike, fast cars, and jetskis
Rule 1, keep your eye on your cash flow
'Cause rule number 2, get rid of your best so

None of 'em best show, in stress mode
'Less got petrol, pushin' that Benz slow
Pick up the Game, let's count cash
we, get to the do', then you put on your mask

On some other shit, wit'cha boy now
We on the West coast, seek and now
It's when Cal-Berkeley whooped on that Georgetown
We had a in the streets, fin' to blow now fo'sho' now

What'chu know about stackin' G's, you got to come wit me
Puffin' on green, you got to come fuck wit me
My team is oh, so clean, you got to come fuck wit me
What'chu know about G's, you got to come fuck wit me

The underboss, ill too
Buildin' my off the blocks and the wears will sag
Not Gil but to top, the nerd Bill Gates
From the of project buildings and them Mossberg K's

San Francisco, coast, Northern Bay, California
Man, it's Get Low so best to toast or spray on ya
Uhh, makin' mafia moves, skate from the
Yeah, they stoppin' ya dude

But nah, the ball, it don't
A shot callin', if I fall my thoughts gon' flock
Yeah, underboss with and Doc Figgaro
[Incomprehensible] and I'm the individual

Holdin' weight in the dope
Tokin' the 8-8, oh, fold
our bread and our team skyrocket
Visualize I can rip beam on the cash and not 8 can't stop it

know about stackin' G's, you got to come fuck wit me
Puffin' on sticky green, you got to come wit me
My team is just oh, so clean, you got to come wit me
What'chu know about stackin' G's, you got to fuck wit me