Luyện nghe bài hát FuckWitMeYouKnowIGotIt

(Intro)
I mean simple
Can't wit us

1 : Lil Wayne]
I got money on yo
I do my dirty 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' pussy just like Mrs. Butterworth's
I that, believe that
Don't be short that work nigga
We find out yo ho work nigga
We your moms from church nigga
You gonna to swallow yo pride like a thirst quencher
Get'em
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 right
I got 2 choppas that's
Eat yo block up shrimp fried rice
Been so since I seen my eyes white
You I smoke like dry ice
Better stay in yo lane or get
going down, let me straighten up and fly right
Still turn a ho into a housewife
Man it's like some things will never
You ain't got a shot in a gun
These ain't even got chump change
Uh yea, and don't fuck with me, you I'm Gotti
Check yourself before I it
Yea, I'm on these niggas, no horizon
Yea, and it's going if I'm her pilot
Uh, my new car is so
My new bitch is so
Money talks, like no comment
Black car, racial profiling, rest in peace to Christopher
Desert like the Mojave
I get my work from Rico uh
It's a Rollie if I got on my hand
You see me broke? Write on my cast
Boy my weed so good I cry when it's
Had a phone in jail, that's a
Yea, I'm bout to buy a
We drink it all, leave clean cups, mountains look like speed bumps
I'm on some train tracks
Hopin' that speed up
I'm strong-arming these niggas, 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, full of flat
I'm Tunechi Lee
My name ringing, my name ringin, hello may I yo order?
I say...
Testarossa testimony
Got so much built up you could smell it on me
Fuck all y'all niggas in nigga
Ain't nothing round here but Willy, nigga
Ak-47, call it Mr.
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 you nigga to America most
Every nigga 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 the boat
I'm on the way the Panama, I got a few on the boat
What you niggas make a I could do with the blow
You on playin with me, bet I'll put a few in you ho
The of a fuck nigga, we soon to see
niggas sweet as perfume to me
I mean really cartoon to me
nobody fuckin with Tune and me
Hustle Gang, bang green, in God we
Young Money Cash Money, they down 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 bust a head, leave him layin for dead
I get with a banger, I'ma lay in the feds
In gen pop every day in the feds
I was chillin on the yard, really going
And pussy niggas catchin' feelings over broads
King nigga but I'm really like a god
A town nigga, bank I'm about it
know "to fuck with me cuz I got it"