Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Wit Me

Yo, it's the nigga with the nasty flow and the rag six-four
With the D's 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, Aladdin
In Mark denim and Don Magli's 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 from J
The bricks come with Vuitton luggage
He order rock and cover it, the is free
The quarters is 75, the ball is

nobody fumblin' on my block
We in the field Biggs or Marshall Faulk, we runnin' 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 stackin' G's, you got to fuck wit me
Puffin' on sticky green, you got to fuck wit me
My team is just oh, so clean, you got to fuck wit me
What'chu know stackin' G's, you got to come fuck wit me

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

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

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

On some other shit, ridin' boy now
We on the coast, seek and destroy now
It's like when Cal-Berkeley whooped on Georgetown
We had a riot in the streets, to blow now fo'sho' now

What'chu about 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 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 nerd Gates
From the city of project buildings and them K's

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

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

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

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