Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin With Me

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

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

Ain't nobody on my block
We in the field like Biggs or Faulk, we runnin' the rock
less 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 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 about stackin' G's, you got to fuck wit me

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

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

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

On some other shit, ridin' boy now
We on the coast, seek and destroy now
like when Cal-Berkeley whooped on that Georgetown
We had a riot in the streets, to blow now fo'sho' now

What'chu know about stackin' G's, you got to come 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 about 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 best to or torch'll spray on ya
Uhh, mafia moves, skate from the cops
Yeah, they stoppin' ya dude

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

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

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