Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin With Me

Yo, the nigga with the nasty flow and the clean rag six-four
With the D's 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 my khakis on, Aladdin Lounge
In Mark denim and Don Magli's on
I'm a gangsta and the birds they it
20 with a babyface and sit on like Kirby Puckett

You buy a Ferrari, fuck it, cop lle' from J
The bricks with Louis Vuitton luggage
He order and cover it, the dimes is free
The is 75, the ball is live

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

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 just oh, so clean, you got to fuck wit me
What'chu 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 push paper to 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 under my 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, ridin' in stress
they got petrol, pushin' that Benz slow
Pick up the Game, let's count some
Then we, get to the do', then you put on your

On some other shit, ridin' boy now
We on the West coast, seek and now
It's like when Cal-Berkeley whooped on Georgetown
We had a riot in the streets, fin' to blow now now

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

The underboss, ill too
Buildin' my off the blocks and the wears will sag
Not Gil but tryin' to top, the Bill Gates
From the 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, skate from the
Yeah, they tried stoppin' ya

But nah, the ball, it don't
A shot callin', if I fall then my thoughts gon'
Yeah, underboss with and Doc Figgaro
Clear [Incomprehensible] and I'm the

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

know about stackin' 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 come wit me