Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Wit Me

Yo, the nigga 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, whatever in the
Purple or orange, haze, just a bag of 'dro

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

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

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

What'chu know stackin' G's, you got to come fuck wit me
Puffin' on green, you got to come fuck wit me
My team is just oh, so clean, you got to fuck wit me
What'chu know about stackin' G's, you got to come wit me

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

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

None of 'em show, ridin' in stress mode
'Less they got petrol, pushin' that Benz
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 coast, seek and destroy now
like when Cal-Berkeley whooped on that Georgetown
We had a in the streets, fin' to blow now fo'sho' now

know about stackin' 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
know about stackin' G's, you got to come fuck 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 city of project buildings and them K's

San Francisco, West coast, Bay, California
Man, it's Get Low so best to toast or torch'll on ya
Uhh, makin' mafia moves, skate from the
Yeah, tried stoppin' ya dude

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

Holdin' in the dope state
Tokin' the 8-8, oh, [Incomprehensible]
our bread 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 know about G's, you got to come fuck wit me