Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin With Me

Yo, it's the nigga with the flow and the clean 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 my khakis on, Aladdin Lounge
In Mark Jacobs and Don Magli's on
I'm a and the birds they love it
20 with a and sit on base like Kirby Puckett

You buy a Ferrari, fuck it, cop lle' from J
The come with Louis Vuitton luggage
He order rock and cover it, the 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
Nothin' less a hundred a pop, anything less you a cop
Shoot you and take vest and your glock, motherfuckers

What'chu know about stackin' G's, you got to come 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
know about 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 paper to increase my shine
I'm on my chief, jumpin' out the wagon like
And get the kind of paper that niggaz'll die fo'

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

of 'em best show, ridin' in stress mode
'Less they got petrol, pushin' Benz slow
Pick up the Game, 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 coast, seek and destroy now
It's like when Cal-Berkeley whooped on that
We had a in the streets, fin' to blow now fo'sho' now

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

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

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

But nah, the ball, it don't
A shot callin', if I then my thoughts gon' flock
Yeah, with Game and Doc Figgaro
Clear and I'm the individual

Holdin' weight in the state
the 8-8, oh, fold [Incomprehensible]
Watch our and our team skyrocket
Visualize I can rip beam on the cash and not 8 guys can't 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 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