Luyện nghe bài hát FuckWitMeYouKnowIGotIt

(Intro)
I mean simple
Can't wit us

1 : Lil Wayne]
I got money on yo
I don't do my work
I cut off my hands, I don't even touch the
I these niggas don't fuck with me
And I like to curse in church
And my bitch' pussy taste just like Mrs.
I that, believe that
Don't be short with that work
We find out where yo ho nigga
We follow your from church nigga
You gonna have to swallow yo pride like a thirst
Tune
I really fuck around with certain niggas
Fuck all yall niggas, my niggas
These niggas backwards
ya rear-view mirror and your side mirrors
OG kush my mind clearer
That choppa get yo mind
I got 2 choppas that's
Eat yo block up shrimp fried rice
Been so long I seen my eyes white
You know I smoke dry ice
Better in yo lane or get sideswiped
It's going down, let me straighten up and fly
Still can't turn a ho into a
Man it's like some things will change
You ain't got a shot in a gun
These chumps ain't got chump change
Uh yea, and don't with me, you know I'm Gotti
Check yourself I sign it
Yea, I'm shinin on these niggas, no
Yea, and it's going if I'm her pilot
Uh, my new car is so
My new is so provided
Money talks, like no comment
car, racial profiling, rest in peace to Christopher Wallace
Desert like the Mojave
I get my work Rico Suave uh
a Rollie if I got time on my hand
You ever see me Write on my cast
Boy my weed so good I cry it's gone
Had a phone in jail, a cellphone
Yea, I'm bout to buy a
We drink it all, leave clean cups, make mountains look speed bumps
I'm sittin on some train
Hopin' that bitch up
I'm strong-arming niggas, roll my sleeves up, yea
I got bad on standby, all my hoes got cat eyes
Celebrate when a rat die, make a nigga fall back he getting baptized
Put me in a hospital room, full of flat
I'm Lee immortal
My name ringing, my ringin, hello may I take yo order?
I say...
Testarossa over
Got so much built up you could smell it on me
Fuck all y'all in Swahili nigga
Ain't nothing round here but Willy, nigga
Ak-47, it Mr. Biggs
All my niggas blood, fuck yo
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 America
Every round with me carry a tote
Sadity bitches like a nigga on the low
They just be like 10 and be doing the
Okay, Tune in the jet flyin over the
I'm on the way the Panama, I got a few on the boat
you niggas make 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 fuck nigga, we to see
These niggas sweet as to me
I mean really like to me
nobody fuckin with Tune and me
Hustle Gang, bang green, in God we
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 really us
We a a nigga head, leave him layin for dead
I get caught with a banger, lay in the feds
In gen pop nigga day in the feds
I was chillin on the yard, going hard
And these pussy niggas feelings over broads
King pussy nigga but I'm really a god
A town nigga, head I'm about it
Everybody "to fuck with me cuz I got it"