Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Wit Me

Yo, it's the nigga the nasty flow and the clean rag six-four
the D's spinnin' I can bag a hoe
Top down, so my rag can show, whatever in the
Purple or orange, haze, just a bag of 'dro

Hit with my khakis on, Aladdin Lounge
In Mark Jacobs and Don Magli's on
I'm a gangsta and the birds love it
20 with a babyface and sit on like Kirby Puckett

You can't buy a Ferrari, it, cop lle' from J
The bricks come with Louis Vuitton
He order rock and cover it, the dimes is
The quarters is 75, the is live

nobody fumblin' on my block
We in the field like Biggs or Faulk, we runnin' the rock
Nothin' less a hundred a pop, anything less you a cop
Shoot you and take your vest and glock, motherfuckers

What'chu know stackin' G's, you got to come fuck wit me
Puffin' on sticky green, you got to come wit me
My team is just oh, so clean, you got to fuck wit me
What'chu know about G's, you got to come fuck wit me

I'm in the streets like the place is mine, told to cover my
I push to increase my shine
I'm on my chief, jumpin' out the like Tyco
And get the kind of paper these niggaz'll die fo'

Bossed out, camouflage my vest B
Motorbike, fast cars, and jetskis
Rule number 1, keep your eye on your flow
'Cause rule 2, will get rid of your best so

of 'em best show, ridin' in stress mode
'Less they got petrol, pushin' that Benz
Pick up the Game, let's some cash
Then we, get to the do', you put on your mask

On some other shit, ridin' boy now
We on the West coast, seek and now
like when Cal-Berkeley whooped on that Georgetown
We had a riot in the streets, to blow now fo'sho' now

What'chu about stackin' G's, you got to come fuck wit me
on sticky green, you got to come fuck wit me
My team is just oh, so clean, you got to come wit me
What'chu know about stackin' G's, you got to fuck wit me

The underboss, ill too
Buildin' my stocks off the and the wears will sag
Not Gil but tryin' to top, the Bill Gates
From the city of project and them Mossberg K's

San Francisco, coast, Northern Bay, California
Man, Get Low so best to toast or torch'll spray on ya
Uhh, makin' mafia moves, from the cops
Yeah, they tried stoppin' ya

But nah, the ball, it don't
A shot callin', if I fall then my gon' flock
Yeah, with Game and Doc Figgaro
Clear [Incomprehensible] and I'm the

Holdin' in the dope state
the 8-8, oh, fold [Incomprehensible]
Watch our and our team skyrocket
Visualize I can rip beam on the cash and not 8 guys can't it

What'chu know about stackin' G's, you got to fuck wit me
Puffin' on green, you got to come fuck wit me
My team is just oh, so clean, you got to fuck wit me
What'chu know stackin' G's, you got to come fuck wit me