Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin With Me

Yo, it's the nigga with the nasty 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
Purple or orange, haze, it's just a bag of

Hit snatch with my khakis on, Aladdin
In Mark 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 can't buy a Ferrari, fuck it, cop from J
The bricks with Louis Vuitton luggage
He order rock and it, the dimes is free
The quarters is 75, the is live

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The underboss, ill too
Buildin' my stocks off the blocks and the will 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, makin' mafia moves, skate from the
Yeah, tried 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
[Incomprehensible] and I'm the individual

Holdin' 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 can't stop it

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