Luyện nghe bài hát If I Was Fucking You

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

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

If I was you, shit, it'd be like drama (yeah)
And you get tripped on by my baby mama (hey mac)
So do what I tell you and everything'll be
You're as fuck, plus that ass is tight (hype)
Get the fuck on 'fore these niggaz 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 you, I'd be pakin the piss
The horny weight gettin' laid is for chips
Bitch I'm tryina' grits
Him in with the pack 'o six
Hin the gin and the mix
No time to pause, to drop draws
Prep through a half spankin', breakin' down
With tactics, nigga 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 fuck everybody
Kill, this pussy
Washin' dishes, floors
Doin' chores for a
Open for a nigga
Ridin' shotgun, holdin' forty-fours for a
At the motelly, got you on your
In come
Niggaz calling K-Mac, bitches calling
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 dough (yeah)
nigga shit, that you don't even know (mm)
Credit maxed out
Bank account out
bad cheques (hahaha)
When I call you break your
You do whatever please me, runnin' burs while I it easy
Will as you do whatever, live your life just to me
These niggaz make the shit so easy
(He was fucking me?) for
[Mr Short
If I was fucking you, I'd let the homies too
Run up in the guts nuts and we're through
Hey you
cooch screamin', heatin'
Tag-teamin', suckin' (echo)
Keep it low, put it in your grill cos you me
video footage of you giving nigga scully (got you)
Hold it till you've off the bitched and got got
And roll one to smoke, grab my shit and my spot

(Chorus)

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

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