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, in the dutch
or orange, haze, it's just a bag of 'dro

Hit snatch with my khakis on, Lounge
In Mark denim 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 Vuitton
He rock and cover it, the dimes is free
The is 75, the ball is live

Ain't fumblin' on my block
We in the field like Biggs or Marshall Faulk, we the rock
less than a hundred a pop, anything less you a cop
Shoot you and your vest and your glock, motherfuckers

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

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

Bossed out, under my vest B
Motorbike, cars, broads and jetskis
Rule number 1, keep your eye on your flow
rule number 2, will get rid of your best 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', then you put on your

On other shit, ridin' wit'cha boy now
We on the West coast, seek and now
It's like Cal-Berkeley whooped on that Georgetown
We had a in the streets, fin' to blow now fo'sho' now

What'chu about stackin' G's, you got to come fuck wit me
on sticky green, you got to come 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

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

San Francisco, West coast, Bay, California
Man, it's Get Low so 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 fall then my gon' flock
Yeah, underboss with and Doc Figgaro
Clear [Incomprehensible] and I'm the

Holdin' in the dope state
the 8-8, oh, fold [Incomprehensible]
Watch our bread and our team
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 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