Luyện nghe bài hát FuckWitMeYouKnowIGotIt

(Intro)
I it's simple
fuck wit us

[Verse 1 : Lil
I got on yo head
I don't do my work
I cut off my hands, I even touch the work
I pray niggas don't fuck with me
And I don't like to curse in
And my bitch' taste just like Mrs. Butterworth's
I mean that, that
Don't be short with work nigga
We find out yo ho work nigga
We follow your moms from nigga
You gonna to swallow yo pride like a thirst quencher
Get'em
I don't fuck around with certain niggas
all yall niggas, except my niggas
These hustling backwards
Check ya rear-view mirror and your mirrors
OG kush keep my clearer
That choppa get yo mind
I got 2 choppas chopsticks
Eat yo block up like fried rice
Been so long I seen my eyes white
You I smoke like dry ice
Better stay in yo or get sideswiped
It's going down, let me up and fly right
Still can't a ho into a housewife
Man it's like some things will change
You ain't got a in a gun range
chumps ain't even got chump change
Uh yea, and fuck with me, you know I'm Gotti
Check yourself before I it
Yea, I'm shinin on niggas, no horizon
Yea, and it's going down if I'm her
Uh, my new car is so
My new is so provided
Money talks, yours like no
Black car, racial profiling, rest in peace to Wallace
Desert like the Mojave
I get my work from Suave uh
It's a Rollie if I got time on my
You ever see me broke? Write on my
Boy my weed so good I cry it's gone
Had a phone in jail, that's a
Yea, I'm to buy a machinegun
We drink it all, leave clean cups, make mountains look like speed
I'm sittin on some tracks
that bitch speed up
I'm these niggas, roll my sleeves up, yea
I got bad bitches on standby, all my hoes got cat
Celebrate when a rat die, make a nigga fall back he getting baptized
Put me in a room, full of flat lines
I'm Lee immortal
My name ringing, my name ringin, hello may I yo order?
I say...
Testarossa over
Got so much built up you could smell it on me
Fuck all y'all niggas in nigga
Ain't free round here but Willy, nigga
Ak-47, it Mr. Biggs
All my blood, fuck yo syringe
his head off, put it in the fridge
Try not to mistake that for dinner

2 : T.I.]
Hey let me introduce you nigga to most
nigga round with me carry a tote
Sadity like a nigga Tune on the low
They just be like 10 and be the most
Okay, Tune in the jet flyin over the
I'm on the way from the Panama, I got a few on the
What you niggas a year; I could do with the blow
You keep on playin with me, bet put a few in you ho
The fate of a nigga, we soon to see
These sweet as perfume to me
I mean really like to me
nobody fuckin with Tune and me
Hustle Gang, green, in God we trust
Young Cash Money, they down with us
I got a bitch who yo bitch, you finna give the ho up
And don't buck shawty listen, you don't know us
We a a nigga head, leave him layin for dead
I get caught a banger, I'ma lay in the feds
In gen pop every day in the feds
I was chillin on the yard, really hard
And these pussy niggas catchin' feelings broads
pussy nigga but I'm really like a god
A town nigga, bank I'm about it
Everybody "to fuck with me cuz I got it"