Luyện nghe bài hát Fuckin With Me

Yo, it's the nigga the nasty 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
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 they love it
20 with a babyface and sit on base Kirby Puckett

You buy a Ferrari, fuck it, cop lle' from J
The bricks come with Vuitton luggage
He order and cover it, the dimes is free
The quarters is 75, the is live

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

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

I'm in the streets like the place is mine, told to 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, camouflage my vest B
Motorbike, cars, broads and jetskis
Rule number 1, keep your eye on cash flow
'Cause number 2, will get rid of your best so

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

On some other shit, ridin' boy now
We on the West coast, seek and now
It's like when Cal-Berkeley whooped on Georgetown
We had a riot in the streets, fin' to blow now 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 just oh, so clean, you got to come wit me
know about 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 tryin' to top, the nerd Bill
From the city of project buildings and Mossberg K's

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

But nah, the ball, it stop
A shot callin', if I then my thoughts gon' flock
Yeah, underboss with and Doc Figgaro
Clear [Incomprehensible] and I'm the

Holdin' weight in the 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 come 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