Luyện nghe bài hát If I Was Fucking You

['Big Worm'
that's cool
Er, closed so we just
We might as well just go straight to the
And just get rest
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 fucking crew
On how this rap nigga dick you
Kendo them guts and didn't have to kick you down
Who this nigga wit' you now?
Do we know your X-files?
And sex styles?
And all the that you think 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 like (yeah)
And you might get on by my baby mama (hey mac)
So do what I you and everything'll be alright
You're as fuck, plus that ass is tight (hype)
Get the fuck on 'fore these niggaz start to
I can see it in your eyes, you wanna fuck
Give everything, she got a fool in love (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' is for chips
Bitch I'm make grits
Him in the trojan pack 'o six
Hin the gin and the mix
No to pause, gots to drop draws
Prep a half spankin', breakin' down walls
With tactics, nigga used two 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 fucking you, you'd be like fuck
Kill, pussy yours
Washin' dishes, floors
Doin' chores for a
Open for a nigga
Ridin' shotgun, holdin' forty-fours for a
At the motelly, got you on belly
In morcelli
calling K-Mac, bitches calling Kelly
Do it like Arthur Fonzarelli, hit the
So we can try to reform these potential

If I was fucking you, you'd be spendin' all dough (yeah)
Buying nigga shit, you don't even know (mm)
Credit card out
Bank account out
Writin' bad (hahaha)
I call you break your neck
You do whatever me, runnin' burs while I take it easy
Will as you do whatever, live your life just to me
buster-ass niggaz make the shit so easy
(He was fucking me?) for
[Mr Khop]
If I was you, I'd let the homies 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 and shake my spot

(Chorus)

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

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