Luyện nghe bài hát FuckWitMeYouKnowIGotIt

(Intro)
I mean simple
Can't wit us

1 : Lil Wayne]
I got on yo head
I don't do my dirty
I cut off my hands, I even touch the work
I pray these niggas don't with me
And I don't like to in church
And my bitch' taste just like Mrs. Butterworth's
I mean that, believe
Don't be short with work nigga
We find out where yo ho nigga
We follow moms from church nigga
You gonna have to swallow yo like a thirst quencher
Get'em
I really fuck around with certain niggas
all yall niggas, except my niggas
These niggas backwards
Check ya mirror and your side mirrors
OG kush keep my mind
That choppa get yo right
I got 2 that's chopsticks
Eat yo block up like shrimp rice
Been so since I seen my eyes white
You know I smoke dry ice
stay in yo lane or get sideswiped
It's going down, let me up and fly right
Still can't turn a ho into a
Man it's some things will never change
You ain't got a in a gun range
These chumps ain't even got change
Uh yea, and fuck with me, you know I'm Gotti
Check yourself I sign it
Yea, I'm on these niggas, no horizon
Yea, and it's going if I'm her pilot
Uh, my new car is so
My new is so provided
talks, yours like no comment
Black car, racial profiling, rest in to Christopher Wallace
Eagle like the Mojave
I get my from Rico Suave uh
It's a Rollie if I got time on my
You see me broke? Write on my cast
Boy my weed so good I cry when gone
Had a in jail, that's a cellphone
Yea, I'm to buy a machinegun
We drink it all, clean cups, make mountains look like speed bumps
I'm on some train tracks
Hopin' bitch speed up
I'm these niggas, roll my sleeves up, yea
I got bad bitches on standby, all my got cat eyes
Celebrate when a rat die, make a nigga fall back he getting baptized
Put me in a room, full of flat lines
I'm Lee immortal
My name ringing, my name ringin, may I take yo order?
I say...
Testarossa over
Got so much shit up you could smell it on me
all y'all niggas in Swahili nigga
Ain't nothing free round here but Willy,
Ak-47, it Mr. Biggs
All my niggas blood, fuck yo
Chop his head off, put it in the
Try not to mistake that for dinner

2 : T.I.]
Hey let me introduce you to America most
Every nigga round me carry a tote
Sadity bitches a nigga Tune on the low
They just be like 10 and be the most
Okay, in the jet flyin over the boat
I'm on the way the Panama, I got a few on the boat
you niggas make a year; I could do with the blow
You keep on with me, bet I'll put a few in you ho
The fate of a fuck nigga, we to see
niggas sweet as perfume to me
I mean like cartoon to me
Ain't nobody fuckin with and me
Hustle Gang, green, in God we trust
Young Money Money, they down with us
I got a bitch who want yo bitch, you give the ho up
And don't buck shawty listen, you really know us
We a a nigga head, leave him layin for dead
I get caught a banger, I'ma lay in the feds
In gen pop every day in the feds
I was chillin on the yard, really hard
And these pussy niggas catchin' feelings broads
King pussy nigga but I'm like a god
A nigga, bank head I'm about it
Everybody know "to with me cuz I got it"