Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Wit Me

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

Hit snatch with my 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 Kirby Puckett

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

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

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

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

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

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

On some shit, ridin' wit'cha boy now
We on the West coast, seek and now
It's when Cal-Berkeley whooped on that Georgetown
We had a riot in the streets, 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 just oh, so clean, you got to come 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 nerd Bill
From the city of buildings 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' mafia moves, skate the cops
Yeah, they tried stoppin' ya

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

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

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