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, in the dutch
Purple or orange, haze, it's a bag of 'dro

Hit snatch with my on, Aladdin Lounge
In Mark denim 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, it, cop lle' from 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 fumblin' on my
We in the like Biggs or Marshall Faulk, we runnin' the rock
Nothin' less than a a pop, anything less you a cop
Shoot you and take your vest and 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 fuck wit me
What'chu about stackin' G's, you got to come fuck wit me

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

Bossed out, under my vest B
Motorbike, cars, broads and jetskis
Rule 1, keep your 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, let's count cash
we, get to the do', then you put on your mask

On some shit, ridin' wit'cha boy now
We on the coast, seek and destroy now
It's like when whooped on that Georgetown
We had a riot in the streets, to blow now fo'sho' 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 blocks and the wears sag
Not Gil but tryin' to top, the nerd 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 then my thoughts gon' flock
Yeah, with Game and Doc Figgaro
Clear and I'm the individual

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

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