Luyện nghe bài hát FuckWitMeYouKnowIGotIt

(Intro)
I it's 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 touch the work
I pray these don't fuck with me
And I like to curse in church
And my bitch' taste just like Mrs. Butterworth's
I mean that, that
Don't be short with work nigga
We find out where yo ho work
We follow your from church nigga
You gonna have to swallow yo pride like a quencher
Tune
I really fuck around with certain niggas
Fuck all yall niggas, except my
These niggas backwards
Check ya rear-view mirror and side mirrors
OG kush keep my clearer
That choppa get yo mind
I got 2 that's chopsticks
Eat yo block up like shrimp rice
Been so long since I my eyes white
You I smoke like dry ice
Better stay in yo lane or get
It's going down, let me up and fly right
can't turn a ho into a housewife
Man like some things will never change
You ain't got a shot in a gun
These chumps ain't got chump change
Uh yea, and don't fuck with me, you know I'm
Check yourself before I it
Yea, I'm on these niggas, no horizon
Yea, and it's down if I'm her pilot
Uh, my new car is so
My new bitch is so
talks, yours like no comment
Black car, racial profiling, rest in peace to Christopher
Desert like the Mojave
I get my from Rico Suave uh
a Rollie if I got time on my hand
You ever see me Write on my cast
Boy my weed so I cry when 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 look like speed bumps
I'm on some train tracks
Hopin' bitch speed up
I'm these niggas, roll my sleeves up, yea
I got bad bitches on standby, all my hoes got cat
Celebrate a rat die, make a nigga fall back like he getting baptized
Put me in a room, full of flat lines
I'm Tunechi Lee
My name ringing, my name ringin, may I take yo order?
I say...
over testimony
Got so much shit built up you could it on me
all y'all niggas in Swahili nigga
Ain't nothing free round here but Willy,
Ak-47, it Mr. Biggs
All my niggas blood, fuck yo
his head off, put it in the fridge
Try not to mistake shit for dinner

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