Luyện nghe bài hát FuckWitMeYouKnowIGotIt

(Intro)
I mean simple
fuck wit us

[Verse 1 : Lil
I got money on yo
I do my dirty work
I cut off my hands, I don't even touch the
I pray these don't fuck with me
And I don't like to in church
And my pussy taste just like Mrs. Butterworth's
I that, believe that
Don't be short with that work
We out where yo ho work nigga
We your moms from church nigga
You gonna have to swallow yo pride like a thirst
Get'em
I don't really fuck around with niggas
all yall niggas, except my niggas
These niggas hustling
ya rear-view mirror and your side mirrors
OG keep my mind clearer
That choppa get yo mind
I got 2 choppas chopsticks
Eat yo up like shrimp fried rice
Been so long I seen my eyes white
You know I like dry ice
stay in yo lane or get sideswiped
It's going down, let me up and fly right
Still turn a ho into a housewife
Man it's like some will never change
You ain't got a in a gun range
chumps ain't even got chump change
Uh yea, and don't fuck with me, you know I'm
Check yourself before I 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 bitch is so
Money talks, yours no comment
Black car, racial profiling, rest in to Christopher 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? on my cast
Boy my so good I cry when it's gone
Had a phone in jail, a cellphone
Yea, I'm to buy a machinegun
We drink it all, leave cups, make mountains look like 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
when a rat die, make a nigga fall back like he getting baptized
Put me in a hospital room, of flat lines
I'm Tunechi Lee
My name ringing, my name ringin, may I take yo order?
I say...
Testarossa testimony
Got so much built up you could smell it on me
Fuck all niggas in Swahili nigga
Ain't nothing round here but Willy, nigga
Ak-47, it Mr. Biggs
All my niggas blood, yo syringe
his head off, put it in the fridge
Try not to mistake that shit for

2 : T.I.]
Hey let me you nigga to America most
Every nigga round with me carry a
bitches 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
you niggas make a year; I could do with the blow
You keep on playin me, bet I'll put a few in you ho
The fate of a fuck nigga, we to see
These sweet as perfume to me
I mean like cartoon to me
nobody fuckin with Tune and me
Hustle Gang, green, in God we trust
Young Money Cash Money, down with us
I got a who want yo bitch, you finna give the ho up
And buck shawty listen, you don't really know us
We a bust a nigga head, leave him for dead
I get caught with a banger, I'ma lay in the
In gen pop nigga day in the feds
I was on the yard, really going hard
And these pussy catchin' feelings over broads
King pussy but I'm really like a god
A town nigga, bank head I'm it
Everybody know "to fuck me cuz I got it"