Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin With Me

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

Hit snatch with my khakis on, Aladdin
In Mark Jacobs denim and Don on
I'm a gangsta and the birds love it
20 a babyface 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 order rock and cover it, the dimes is
The is 75, the ball is live

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

What'chu know about stackin' G's, you got to fuck wit me
on sticky 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 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 that these niggaz'll die fo'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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