Luyện nghe bài hát Wit Me

Bitch! Put my in yo' face, put my gun in yo' purse
Put my work in yo pussy, bitch don't cum on the
Pass the weed to your slime, these greener than lime
So many knots in my pockets, the bitches a massage
I was in the drought, I hope I die in yo' mouth
If you're a rat you died as a mouse
The weed louder than the opera house, 'til the fat sings
Drop codeine in my punch, I'm to take a swing
If niggas thinkin' I'm soft, I'll yo' thinkin' cap off
I get blood out pussies, I'm a stinky tampon
This for my niggas back home, I'm so New Orleans
Got bitches like August could sell bullshit to a tourist
My bitch is badder than me, call Adam & Eve
I do on my skateboard, not up my sleeve
I yo bitch on the neck, shoot your man in the head
Hit his mama address then send his his head
I play pussy, not these niggas
Crucify these
Kidnap 'em, call they boss, and ask 'em who gone buy these
Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil on her titties
To me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

We playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me)
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In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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I ain't never been my nigga
Or a sucka' neither, go ahead around wit it
Cash on deck, they be layin' wit it
Got a 'K, with us,, I'll be sprayin' rounds with it.
I'm cold! Don't believe me, just ask yo I swear she know her legs up high
She spread and then took in my big ego
I'm stupid, ask Tunechi and
Let me tell you a something bout me
I talk shit, bread Muhammad Ali
Then, whoop a ass like Muhammad Ali
I'm throwed, no me
These niggas in the - so sad to me
I'm sure no one would if we
Just put them out misery
But no and no green, uh uh
Leave home no heat? Uh uh
Can niggas talk bullshit on records and see him in
And they do nothing
You violator, demonstrations
Put niggas up on there, we want
I got racks in my pocket next to my llamas
I'm mowin' my bag, the mohana
Get my girl and it's round whatever
So don't be struck down when you seein' me
Whoever fuck me be smoking the Sadie
You ready for war, you that life really
You me in Cali, you catch me in Philly
See me in Miami, the is wit me
Don't kick no niggas who be with me
Lookin' for yo but she probably (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

We ain't playin', got 100 (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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Uh, pussy weed wit me
you judge me I plead guilty
I wish a nigga would, I won't get a
Just a chicken, bout to break it down into chicken tenders
block booming, I'm not human
My zoomin', my eyes groomin'
One giant leaf for
I'm as moon men, how have you been?
Gun on my waist
But it ain't that far
I'm sparkling like Chardonnay
Here today, today
I play with pussy, not these
Crucify niggas
Kidnap em call they boss and ask em who gone buy niggas
Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her
To kill me you die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me

Hey Wayne wait man, these niggas true
on the yard, these niggas can't do
These ain't King, these niggas ain't Tune
Got the game locked up, every angle
Got the outside, inside, lane too
All sold up nigga, hold up
Pimps on the loop, put yo up nigga
Handcuff that bitch we roll up nigga
hit that bitch, run pole up in her
And the and shoulders of another ho up in her
With the legs checkin' out, is she Just about
Then we rollin' some loud and up out the house
We leave up the house, counting 100's and
And go do a for 250
We sell out arenas at hundreds of
These niggas trouble? I'm bringing it wit me (wit me, wit me, wit me)

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In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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They fuckin' wit me, wit me, wit me
No, they fuckin' wit me, wit me, wit me
Yo T.I., they fuckin' with us pimp, ah!
My bad I didn't to scream, sorry