Luyện nghe bài hát If I Was Fucking You

['Big talking]
Yeah that's
Er, everything closed so we
We as well just go straight to the hotel
And get some rest
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)
to go brag to your fucking crew
On how rap nigga dick you down
Kendo passed them guts and didn't to kick you down
Who this nigga wit' you now?
Do we know about your
And your sex
And all the niggaz that you about fucking
And all the shit you know you really wanna do we buzz it (hahaha)

If I was fucking you, shit, be like drama (yeah)
And you might get tripped on by my baby (hey mac)
So do what I 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
Give Herden everything, she got a fool in (fool)
it up to me and gangsta after the club
[Mr Short
If I was you, I'd be pakin the piss
The horny weight dick gettin' laid is for
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 a half spankin', breakin' down walls
With tactics, nigga two proper lactics (double-up)
Hit the twat style
Bang it up (echo)

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

2]
[Ice
If I was you, you'd be like fuck everybody
Kill, pussy yours
Washin' dishes, floors
chores for a nigga
Open for a nigga
Ridin' shotgun, forty-fours for a nigga
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 know (mm)
Credit card out
account tapped out
Writin' bad (hahaha)
When I call you your neck
You do whatever me, runnin' burs while I take it easy
Will as you do whatever, live your life just to me
These buster-ass niggaz make the so easy
(He was me?) for sheazly
[Mr Khop]
If I was fucking you, I'd let the homies too
Run up in the guts bust nuts and we're
Hey you
cooch screamin', cleanin'
Tag-teamin', semen (echo)
Keep it low, put it in grill cos you love me
With video footage of you giving scully (got you)
Hold it till you've off the bitched and got got
And roll one to smoke, grab my and shake my spot

(Chorus)

(Intro)
['Big talking]
Nineteen of complicated 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