Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Wit Me

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

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

You buy a Ferrari, fuck it, cop lle' from J
The bricks come with Louis Vuitton
He rock and cover it, the dimes is free
The quarters is 75, the ball is

Ain't nobody on my block
We in the field like Biggs or Faulk, we runnin' the rock
Nothin' than a hundred a pop, anything less you a cop
Shoot you and take your vest and your glock,

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

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

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

of 'em best show, ridin' in stress mode
'Less they got petrol, pushin' Benz slow
Pick up the Game, let's count some
we, get to the do', then you put on your mask

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

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

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

San Francisco, West coast, Bay, California
Man, it's Get Low so best to toast or torch'll on ya
Uhh, makin' moves, skate from the cops
Yeah, they tried stoppin' ya

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

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

What'chu know about G's, you got to come fuck wit me
Puffin' on sticky green, you got to fuck 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 come wit me