Luyện nghe bài hát Wit Me

Bitch! Put my in yo' face, put my gun in yo' purse
Put my work in yo pussy, don't cum on the work
Pass the weed to your slime, niggas greener than lime
So many knots in my pockets, the need a massage
I was born in the drought, I I die in yo' mouth
If you're a rat you died as a mouse
The weed louder than the opera house, 'til the fat lady
Drop codeine in my punch, I'm bout to take a
If niggas I'm soft, I'll knock yo' thinkin' cap off
I get blood out pussies, I'm a stinky tampon
This for my niggas home, I'm so New Orleans regardless
Got bitches like August could sell bullshit to a tourist
My bitch is than me, call that Adam & Eve
I do on my skateboard, not up my sleeve
I kiss yo on the neck, shoot your man in the head
Hit his mama address then his parents his head
I play with pussy, not these
these niggas
Kidnap 'em, call they boss, and ask 'em who gone buy these
Got Lil on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties
To me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

We playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me)
(wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
(wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
(wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) (I'm wit you!)
We ain't playin', got 100 (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
(wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
(wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

I ain't never dumb my nigga
Or a sucka' neither, go play around wit it
on deck, they be layin' round wit it
Got a 'K, fuck with us,, I'll be rounds with it.
I'm cold! Don't believe me, just ask yo bitch I swear she her legs up high
She eagle and then took in my big ego
I'm stupid, ask Tunechi and
Let me tell you a something bout me
I talk shit, like Muhammad Ali
Then, whoop a ass like Muhammad Ali
I'm throwed, no me
These in the game - so sad to me
I'm no one would care if we
Just put out their misery
But no and no green, uh uh
Leave home with no Uh uh
Can niggas talk bullshit on records and see him in
And never do nothing
You violator, demonstrations
Put up on there, wherever we want
I got racks in my pocket right next to my
I'm mowin' my bag, the mohana
Get after my girl and round whatever
So don't be struck when you seein' me nigga
Whoever fuck with me be the Sadie
You ready for war, you bout that life
You catch me in Cali, you catch me in
See me in Miami, the is wit me
Don't kick no niggas who be gossippin' me
Lookin' for yo but she probably (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

We ain't playin', got 100 (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
(wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
(wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
(wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
We ain't playin', got 100 (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
(wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
(wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

Uh, pussy money wit me
Before you judge me I plead
I wish a nigga would, I get a splinter
Just bought a chicken, bout to break it down chicken tenders
This block booming, I'm not
My drop zoomin', my eyes
One leaf for mankind
I'm high as moon men, how you been?
Gun on my waist
But it that far away
I'm sparkling some Chardonnay
Here today, today
I play with pussy, not these
these niggas
Kidnap em call they boss and ask em who gone buy these
Got Lil on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties
To me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me

Hey Wayne wait man, niggas ain't true
Julio on the yard, these can't do
These ain't King, these niggas ain't Tune
Got the locked up, covered every angle
Got the outside, inside, lane too
All up nigga, hold up nigga
Pimps on the loop, put yo up nigga
Handcuff that when we roll up nigga
We'll hit that bitch, run up in her
And the head and shoulders of ho up in her
With the legs checkin' out, is she dead? Just
Then we rollin' some and leave up out the house
We leave up the house, 100's and 50's
And go do a for 250
We out arenas at hundreds of cities
These niggas want trouble? I'm it wit me (wit me, wit me, wit me)

We playin', got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
(wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
(wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
(wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me) (I'm wit!) ((wit me)
We ain't playin', got 100 (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
(wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
(wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

They fuckin' wit me, wit me, wit me
No, ain't fuckin' wit me, wit me, wit me
Yo T.I., they ain't fuckin' us pimp, ah!
My bad I didn't mean to scream,