Luyện nghe bài hát Wit Me

Bitch! Put my dick in yo' face, put my gun in yo'
Put my work in yo pussy, don't cum on the work
the weed to your slime, these niggas greener than lime
So knots in my pockets, the bitches need a massage
I was born in the drought, I hope I die in yo'
If you're a rat you died as a mouse
The weed louder than the house, 'til the fat lady sings
Drop codeine in my punch, I'm to take a swing
If niggas thinkin' I'm soft, I'll knock yo' cap off
I get blood out these pussies, I'm a 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 badder than me, call Adam & Eve
I do on my skateboard, not up my sleeve
I kiss yo bitch on the neck, shoot man in the head
Hit his mama address then send his parents his
I with pussy, not these niggas
Crucify niggas
Kidnap 'em, they boss, and ask 'em who gone buy these niggas
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 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)
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(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)
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Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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I ain't been dumb my nigga
Or a neither, go ahead play around wit it
Cash on deck, they be layin' wit it
Got a 'K, fuck with us,, I'll be rounds with it.
I'm cold! Don't believe me, ask yo bitch I swear she know her legs up high
She spread eagle and took in my big ego
I'm stupid, ask Tunechi and
Let me you a little something bout me
I talk shit, bread Muhammad Ali
Then, whoop a nigga ass Muhammad Ali
I'm throwed, no me
These in the game - so sad to me
I'm sure no one would if we
Just put them out their
But no and no green, uh uh
Leave home no heat? Uh uh
Can talk bullshit on records and see him in public
And they never do
You violator, I'ma
Put niggas up on there, we want
I got racks in my right next to my llamas
I'm mowin' my bag, the purple
Get after my and it's round whatever
So don't be struck down when you me nigga
Whoever fuck with me be smoking the
You ready for war, you bout life really
You catch me in Cali, you catch me in
See me in Miami, the is wit me
kick no niggas who be gossippin' with me
Lookin' for yo bitch but she (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, money weed wit me
you judge me I plead guilty
I a nigga would, I won't get a splinter
Just bought a chicken, bout to break it down chicken tenders
This block booming, I'm not
My drop zoomin', my groomin'
One giant for mankind
I'm high as moon men, how have you
Gun on my waist
But it that far away
I'm sparkling some Chardonnay
Here today, gone
I play with pussy, not these
Crucify these
Kidnap em call they and ask em who gone buy these niggas
Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil on her titties
To me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me

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

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