Luyện nghe bài hát FuckWitMeYouKnowIGotIt

(Intro)
I it's simple
fuck wit us

1 : Lil Wayne]
I got on yo head
I don't do my work
I cut off my hands, I don't even the work
I these niggas don't fuck with me
And I don't like to in church
And my bitch' pussy taste just like Mrs.
I that, believe that
be short with that work nigga
We find out where yo ho nigga
We your moms from church nigga
You gonna have to swallow yo pride a thirst quencher
Get'em
I don't really fuck with certain niggas
all yall niggas, except my niggas
These hustling backwards
Check ya rear-view and your side mirrors
OG kush keep my clearer
That get yo mind right
I got 2 choppas chopsticks
Eat yo block up like shrimp fried
so long since I seen my eyes white
You know I smoke dry ice
Better stay in yo lane or get
It's going down, let me up and fly right
Still can't turn a ho into a
Man like some things will never change
You ain't got a in a gun range
These chumps ain't got chump change
Uh yea, and don't fuck with me, you I'm Gotti
Check before I sign it
Yea, I'm on these niggas, no horizon
Yea, and it's going down if I'm her
Uh, my new car is so
My new bitch is so
talks, yours like no comment
Black car, profiling, rest in peace to Christopher Wallace
Desert Eagle like the
I get my work Rico Suave uh
a Rollie if I got time on my hand
You see me broke? Write on my cast
Boy my weed so good I cry it's gone
Had a in jail, that's a cellphone
Yea, I'm bout to buy a
We drink it all, leave cups, make mountains look like speed bumps
I'm on some train tracks
Hopin' that speed up
I'm strong-arming niggas, roll my sleeves up, yea
I got bad bitches on standby, all my got cat eyes
Celebrate when a rat die, make a fall back like he getting baptized
Put me in a hospital room, full of flat
I'm Lee immortal
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 y'all niggas in Swahili
Ain't nothing free round but Willy, nigga
Ak-47, it Mr. Biggs
All my blood, fuck yo syringe
Chop his head off, put it in the
Try not to mistake shit for dinner

2 : T.I.]
Hey let me you nigga to America most
Every nigga round with me a tote
Sadity like a nigga Tune on the low
They just be like 10 and be doing the
Okay, in the jet flyin over the boat
I'm on the way the Panama, I got a few on the boat
What you make a year; I could do with the blow
You on playin with me, bet I'll put a few in you ho
The fate of a nigga, we soon to see
These sweet as perfume to me
I really like cartoon to me
Ain't fuckin with Tune and me
Hustle Gang, bang green, in God we
Young Money Cash Money, down with us
I got a bitch who want yo bitch, you finna the ho up
And buck shawty listen, you don't really know us
We a a nigga head, leave him layin 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 niggas feelings over broads
King pussy nigga but I'm like a god
A town nigga, bank I'm about it
Everybody know "to fuck me cuz I got it"