Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin With Me

Yo, it's the nigga with the 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 snatch my khakis on, Aladdin Lounge
In Mark Jacobs and Don Magli's on
I'm a gangsta and the birds they it
20 with a 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 rock and cover it, the dimes is
The quarters is 75, the ball is

Ain't fumblin' on my block
We in the field like Biggs or Faulk, we runnin' the rock
Nothin' less than a hundred a pop, less you a cop
Shoot you and take your and your glock, motherfuckers

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

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

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

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

On some other shit, wit'cha boy now
We on the West coast, and destroy now
It's like when Cal-Berkeley whooped on that
We had a riot in the streets, fin' to now fo'sho' now

What'chu know about G's, you got to come fuck 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
know 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 Bill Gates
the city of project buildings and them Mossberg K's

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

But nah, the ball, it stop
A shot callin', if I fall then my thoughts gon'
Yeah, underboss Game and Doc Figgaro
Clear and I'm the individual

weight in the dope state
Tokin' the 8-8, oh, fold
Watch our bread and our team
Visualize I can rip beam on the cash and not 8 can't stop it

What'chu about stackin' G's, you got to come fuck 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 about stackin' G's, you got to come fuck wit me