Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Wit Me

Yo, it's the with the nasty flow 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
or orange, haze, it's just a bag of 'dro

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

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

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

What'chu know about stackin' G's, you got to come 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 about stackin' G's, you got to come fuck wit me

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

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

None of 'em best show, ridin' in stress
'Less they got petrol, that Benz slow
Pick up the Game, let's 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 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 fuck wit me
What'chu about stackin' G's, you got to come fuck wit me

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

San Francisco, West coast, Bay, California
Man, it's Get Low so best to or torch'll spray 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 gon'
Yeah, underboss with Game and Doc
Clear [Incomprehensible] and I'm the

Holdin' weight in the dope
Tokin' the 8-8, oh, [Incomprehensible]
Watch our and our team skyrocket
Visualize I can rip beam on the and not 8 guys can't stop it

What'chu know about G's, you got to come fuck 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 about stackin' G's, you got to come fuck wit me