Luyện nghe bài hát If I Was Fucking You

['Big talking]
Yeah that's
Er, closed so we just
We might as well just go straight to the
And just get rest
Let me slide dick 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 your fucking
On how this rap nigga you down
Kendo passed them and didn't have to kick you down
Who this bitch nigga you now?
Do we know about X-files?
And your sex
And all the niggaz that you think fucking
And all the shit you know you 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 baby (hey mac)
So do I tell you and everything'll be alright
You're cute as fuck, plus that ass is (hype)
Get the fuck on 'fore these niggaz to fight
I can see it in your eyes, you wanna fuck
Herden everything, she got a fool in love (fool)
Gave it up to me and gangsta after the
[Mr Short
If I was fucking you, I'd be the piss
The horny weight dick laid is for chips
Bitch I'm make grits
Him in with the pack 'o six
Hin the gin and the mix
No time to pause, gots to draws
Prep through a half spankin', breakin' down
With tactics, nigga used two proper (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, this pussy
dishes, rubbin' floors
Doin' for a nigga
Open for a nigga
Ridin' shotgun, holdin' for a nigga
At the motelly, got you on belly
In morcelli
Niggaz calling K-Mac, calling Kelly
Do it Arthur Fonzarelli, hit the lights
So we can try to reform these potential

If I was fucking you, you'd be spendin' all your (yeah)
Buying nigga shit, that you even know (mm)
Credit card out
Bank tapped out
bad cheques (hahaha)
When I call you break your
You do please me, runnin' burs while I take it easy
Will as you do whatever, live your just to please me
These buster-ass make the shit so easy
(He was fucking me?) for
[Mr Khop]
If I was fucking you, I'd let the fuck too
Run up in the guts nuts and we're through
Hey you
screamin', heatin' cleanin'
Tag-teamin', semen (echo)
it low, put it in your grill cos you love me
With video footage of you nigga scully (got you)
Hold it till chocked off the bitched and got got
And roll one to smoke, grab my and shake my spot

(Chorus)

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

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