Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin With 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
or orange, haze, it's just a bag of 'dro

Hit snatch with my khakis on, Lounge
In Mark Jacobs 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 come with Vuitton luggage
He order and cover it, the dimes is free
The quarters is 75, the ball is

Ain't fumblin' on my block
We in the field like or Marshall Faulk, we runnin' the rock
Nothin' than a hundred a pop, anything less you a cop
Shoot you and take 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 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 paper to my shine
I'm on my chief, out the wagon like Tyco
And get the of paper that these niggaz'll die fo'

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

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

On some shit, ridin' wit'cha boy now
We on the West coast, and destroy 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 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 fuck wit me
What'chu know about G's, you got to come fuck wit me

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

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

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

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

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