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

Do you know who you're fuckin

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

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

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

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

The ill niggas!
The niggas!

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

Do you who you're fuckin with?

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