Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Wit Me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

None of 'em show, ridin' in stress mode
'Less they got petrol, pushin' Benz slow
up the Game, let's count some cash
Then we, get to the do', you put on your mask

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

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 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 stocks off the blocks and the wears sag
Not Gil but tryin' to top, the nerd Bill
From the city of project buildings and them K's

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

But nah, the ball, it don't
A shot callin', if I then my thoughts gon' flock
Yeah, underboss with Game and Doc
Clear and I'm the individual

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

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