Luyện nghe bài hát If I Was Fucking You

['Big talking]
Yeah cool
Er, everything so we just
We as well just go straight to the hotel
And get some rest
Let me slide this up on in ya

1]
[Ice
If I was fucking you right now
You'd have a stuck in you (yeah)
Have to go brag to fucking crew
On how rap nigga dick you down
Kendo them guts and didn't have to kick you down
Who this bitch wit' you now?
Do we know about X-files?
And your sex
And all the niggaz that you think about
And all the shit you you really wanna do when we buzz it (hahaha)

If I was you, shit, it'd be like drama (yeah)
And you might get tripped on by my mama (hey mac)
So do what I you and everything'll be alright
You're cute as fuck, plus ass is tight (hype)
Get the on 'fore these niggaz start to fight
I can see it in your eyes, you wanna tonight
Herden everything, she got a fool in love (fool)
Gave it up to me and after the club
[Mr Short
If I was fucking you, I'd be pakin the
The weight dick gettin' laid is for chips
Bitch I'm make grits
Him in the trojan pack 'o six
Hin the gin and the mix
No to pause, gots to drop draws
through a half spankin', breakin' down walls
With tactics, nigga used two lactics (double-up)
Hit the twat chopper
it up back (echo)

If I was you (echo)
(overlapping) ooh, oo, yeah, a, ahh, uhh, uh, on

2]
[Ice
If I was fucking you, you'd be fuck everybody
Kill, pussy yours
Washin' dishes, rubbin'
chores for a nigga
Open doors for a
shotgun, holdin' forty-fours for a nigga
At the motelly, got you on belly
In come
calling K-Mac, bitches calling Kelly
Do it Arthur Fonzarelli, hit the lights
So we can try to these potential dites

If I was fucking you, you'd be spendin' all dough (yeah)
Buying nigga shit, you don't even know (mm)
card maxed out
Bank tapped out
Writin' bad (hahaha)
I call you break your neck
You do whatever please me, runnin' while I take it easy
Will as you do whatever, live your just to please me
buster-ass niggaz make the shit so easy
(He was fucking me?) for
[Mr Short
If I was you, I'd let the homies fuck too
Run up in the guts bust nuts and through
Hey you
screamin', heatin' cleanin'
Tag-teamin', suckin' (echo)
Keep it low, put it in your grill cos you me
With video of you giving nigga scully (got you)
Hold it till you've off the bitched and got got
And one to smoke, grab my shit and shake my spot

(Chorus)

(Intro)
['Big talking]
Nineteen inches of funk. hahahaha
Ango urgin', probably be vomiting for a week though
on semen, hahahahahahah...

Hmmm... be careful what you wish for, you just get it