Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Wit Me

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

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

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

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

What'chu know about 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 stackin' G's, you got to come 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 wagon like
And get the kind of that these niggaz'll die fo'

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

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

On some other shit, ridin' boy now
We on the coast, seek and destroy now
It's like Cal-Berkeley whooped on that 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 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 fuck wit me

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

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

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

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

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