Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin With Me

Yo, the nigga with 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, in the dutch
or orange, haze, it's just a bag of 'dro

Hit with my khakis on, Aladdin 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 Louis Vuitton
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 Marshall Faulk, we runnin' the
Nothin' less than a hundred a pop, anything you a cop
you and take your vest and your glock, motherfuckers

What'chu know about stackin' G's, you got to come 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

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

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

of 'em best show, ridin' in stress mode
'Less they got petrol, pushin' that slow
Pick up the Game, let's count cash
we, get to the do', then you put on your mask

On some other shit, ridin' boy now
We on the West coast, and destroy now
It's like when Cal-Berkeley whooped on 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 is just 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 blocks and the wears sag
Not Gil but to top, the nerd Bill Gates
the city of project buildings and them Mossberg K's

San Francisco, West coast, Bay, California
Man, it's Get Low so 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 dope
Tokin' the 8-8, oh, [Incomprehensible]
Watch our bread and our skyrocket
Visualize I can rip beam on the cash and not 8 can't stop it

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