Luyện nghe bài hát You're F**kin' With Bc

Do you who you're fuckin with?

The ill niggas!
You're with the kill niggas!
You're fuckin the hard liquor!
You're fuckin with the dickas!

You're fuckin the cash makin, life takin, overlord,
street hustlin, quick bustin, dustin, body dumpin, gauge pumpin,
dresser, mic blesser, shallow graves are in the desert,
fuckin my niggas from the Central, why? You'll die!
I can make ya missin fuckin the unforgiven,
cop killer, blood spiller, but still a seller.
Run and tell fuckin mother,
Body Count is on the cover, of Monthly,
bitch best up off me.

fuckin with BC.
You're fuckin BC.
fuckin with BC.
Do you know who you're fuckin

Ghetto dwellin, drug sellin, pussy suckin, fuckin,
drive by'n, do or die'n, smackin, cash stackin,
switch hittin, game spittin, hustlin's how I my livin,
hit ridin, pit fightin, street titan.
Gang related, frustated, gun tote'n, note'n,
park muggin, born thuggin, jewelry wearer, terror.
Steppin's where you your error,
now you're bleedin, speedin.
Now you feel your leavin,
Yo, your fuckin grievin.

The ill niggas!
The niggas!

mashin, club crashin, high fashion, jewelry bashin,
child snatcher, hoe catcher, slasher.
Mic rippin, set trippin, boilin, gun oil'n,
car jackin, crackin, bank robbin, roof jobbin,
laser scope'n, ropin,
to get your safe open,
shoot you in back nigga, the hair trigga.
Banana loader, LAPD get my fuckin folder,
known killer, jaw sweller, dug up my fuckin cellar.
Drama maker, law breaker, talker, pig stalker,
Shot gunner, runner, blowin up this fuckin summer.
Handgrenade'n, home invadin, wearin, cold starin,
Body Count the vets, known to get your chest wet!

Do you who you're fuckin with?

The ill niggas!
You're fuckin the kill niggas!
You're fuckin with the liquor!
You're fuckin the bitch dickas!
Do you know who fuckin with?