Luyện nghe bài hát If I Was Fucking You

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

1]
[Ice
If I was you right about now
You'd have a dick in you (yeah)
Have to go brag to fucking crew
On how this rap nigga dick you
passed them guts 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 about fucking
And all the shit you know you wanna do when we buzz it (hahaha)

If I was fucking you, shit, it'd be drama (yeah)
And you might get tripped on by my mama (hey mac)
So do what I you and everything'll be alright
cute as fuck, plus that ass is tight (hype)
Get the fuck on these niggaz start to fight
I can see it in eyes, you wanna fuck tonight
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 pakin the
The horny dick gettin' 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' walls
tactics, nigga used two proper lactics (double-up)
Hit the chopper style
Bang it up (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 like fuck
Kill, pussy yours
Washin' dishes, floors
chores for a nigga
Open for a nigga
Ridin' shotgun, holdin' forty-fours for a
At the motelly, got you on your
In morcelli
Niggaz calling K-Mac, calling Kelly
Do it like Arthur Fonzarelli, hit the
So we can try to reform these potential

If I was you, you'd be spendin' all your dough (yeah)
Buying nigga shit, that you don't even (mm)
Credit card out
Bank account out
bad cheques (hahaha)
When I call you break your
You do whatever me, runnin' burs while I take it easy
Will as you do whatever, live life just to please me
These buster-ass niggaz the shit so easy
(He was me?) for sheazly
[Mr Short
If I was fucking you, I'd let the fuck too
Run up in the guts bust nuts and we're
Hey you
cooch screamin', heatin'
Tag-teamin', semen (echo)
it low, put it in your grill cos you love me
With footage of you giving nigga scully (got you)
Hold it till you've chocked off the and got got
And roll one to smoke, grab my shit and my spot

(Chorus)

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

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