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
Purple or orange, haze, it's just a bag of

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

You can't buy a Ferrari, it, cop lle' from J
The bricks come with Louis luggage
He order and cover it, the dimes is free
The quarters is 75, the ball is

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

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

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

Bossed out, under 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 show, ridin' in stress mode
'Less they got petrol, pushin' that slow
Pick up the Game, count some cash
Then we, get to the do', then you put on your

On some shit, ridin' wit'cha boy now
We on the West coast, and destroy now
It's like when whooped on that Georgetown
We had a riot in the streets, fin' to blow now now

What'chu about stackin' G's, you got to come 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 stackin' 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 tryin' to top, the nerd Bill
From the of project buildings and them Mossberg K's

San Francisco, coast, Northern Bay, California
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 gon' flock
Yeah, underboss with and Doc Figgaro
[Incomprehensible] and I'm the individual

Holdin' weight in the state
Tokin' the 8-8, oh, fold
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 G's, you got to come fuck wit me
on sticky 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 fuck wit me