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
Purple or orange, haze, it's just a bag of

Hit snatch with my on, Aladdin Lounge
In Mark denim and Don Magli's on
I'm a gangsta and the 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 with Louis Vuitton luggage
He order rock and cover it, the dimes is
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
less than a hundred a pop, anything less you a cop
Shoot you and take your vest and glock, motherfuckers

know about stackin' 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

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

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

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

On some other shit, wit'cha boy now
We on the West coast, seek and now
like when Cal-Berkeley whooped on that 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 fuck wit me
My team is 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 off the blocks and the wears will sag
Not Gil but tryin' to top, the nerd Gates
From the city of project buildings and Mossberg K's

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

But nah, the ball, it stop
A callin', if I fall then my thoughts gon' flock
Yeah, underboss with and Doc Figgaro
Clear [Incomprehensible] and I'm the

Holdin' weight in the dope
the 8-8, oh, fold [Incomprehensible]
Watch our bread and our team
Visualize I can rip beam on the cash and not 8 can't 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 oh, so clean, you got to come fuck wit me
What'chu know about stackin' G's, you got to come wit me