Luyện nghe bài hát If I Was Fucking You

['Big talking]
Yeah that's
Er, everything closed so we
We might as well go straight to the hotel
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 stuck in you (yeah)
Have to go to your fucking crew
On how rap nigga dick you down
Kendo passed them guts and have to kick you down
Who this bitch nigga wit' you
Do we know about your
And sex styles?
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 tell you and 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
Give everything, she got a fool in love (fool)
it up to me and gangsta after the club
[Mr Khop]
If I was fucking you, I'd be pakin the
The horny weight dick gettin' is for chips
Bitch I'm make grits
Him in with the trojan 'o six
Hin the gin and the mix
No time to pause, gots to draws
through a half spankin', breakin' down walls
With tactics, nigga two proper lactics (double-up)
Hit the twat style
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 like fuck
Kill, this pussy
Washin' dishes, rubbin'
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, bitches Kelly
Do it like Fonzarelli, hit the lights
So we can try to these potential dites

If I was fucking you, be spendin' all your dough (yeah)
Buying nigga shit, that you don't even (mm)
Credit card out
Bank tapped out
Writin' bad (hahaha)
When I call you your neck
You do whatever me, runnin' burs while I take it easy
as you do whatever, live your life just to please me
These buster-ass make the shit so easy
(He was me?) for sheazly
[Mr Khop]
If I was you, I'd let the homies fuck too
Run up in the guts bust and we're through
Hey you
cooch screamin', cleanin'
Tag-teamin', suckin' (echo)
Keep it low, put it in your grill cos you me
With video footage of you giving nigga (got you)
Hold it till chocked off the bitched and got got
And roll one to smoke, grab my shit and shake my

(Chorus)

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

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