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 just a bag of

Hit snatch my khakis on, Aladdin Lounge
In Jacobs denim and Don Magli's on
I'm a gangsta and the birds they it
20 with a babyface and sit on base like Puckett

You buy a Ferrari, fuck it, cop lle' from J
The bricks with Louis Vuitton 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 hundred a pop, anything 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
Puffin' on sticky green, you got to fuck wit me
My team is just oh, so clean, you got to come wit me
What'chu know about G's, you got to come fuck wit me

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

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

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

On some other shit, ridin' boy now
We on the West coast, seek and now
like when Cal-Berkeley whooped on that Georgetown
We had a in the streets, fin' 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 off the blocks and the wears will sag
Not Gil but to top, the nerd Bill Gates
From the 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, makin' mafia moves, from the cops
Yeah, tried stoppin' ya dude

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

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 guys stop it

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