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 with the liquor!
You're with the bitch dickas!

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

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

Ghetto dwellin, sellin, pussy suckin, hard fuckin,
by'n, do or die'n, bitch 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 mom's grievin.

The ill niggas!
The niggas!

Benz mashin, club crashin, high fashion, 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,
known to get safe open,
shoot you in back nigga, the hair trigga.
Banana clip loader, LAPD get my folder,
known killer, jaw sweller, feds dug up my cellar.
Drama maker, law breaker, talker, pig stalker,
gunner, drug runner, blowin up this fuckin summer.
Handgrenade'n, home invadin, wearin, cold starin,
Body Count the street vets, to get your chest wet!

Do you know who you're with?

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