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 bitches a massage
I was born in the drought, I hope I die in yo'
If you're a rat you should've as a mouse
The weed louder the opera house, 'til the fat lady sings
Drop codeine in my punch, I'm bout to take a
If thinkin' I'm soft, I'll knock yo' thinkin' cap off
I get blood out these pussies, I'm a tampon
This for my back home, I'm so New Orleans regardless
Got bitches fallin' like August sell bullshit to a tourist
My bitch is badder me, call that Adam & Eve
I do on my skateboard, not up my sleeve
I kiss yo bitch on the neck, shoot your man in the
Hit his mama address then his parents his head
I with pussy, not these niggas
Crucify niggas
Kidnap 'em, call they boss, and ask 'em who 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)

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In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me)
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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 never dumb my nigga
Or a sucka' neither, go ahead around wit it
Cash on deck, they be round wit it
Got a 'K, fuck us,, I'll be sprayin' rounds with it.
I'm cold! Don't believe me, just ask yo bitch I swear she her legs up high
She spread eagle and then in my big ego
I'm stupid, ask Tunechi and
Let me you a little something bout me
I talk shit, like Muhammad Ali
Then, whoop a nigga ass Muhammad Ali
I'm throwed, no me
These niggas in the - so sad to me
I'm sure no one care if we
Just put them out misery
But no and no green, uh uh
home with no heat? Uh uh
Can niggas 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 in my pocket right next to my llamas
I'm mowin' my bag, the mohana
Get my girl and it's round whatever
So don't be struck down when you me nigga
Whoever with me be smoking the Sadie
You ready for war, you that 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)

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In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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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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Uh, pussy money wit me
Before you me I plead guilty
I wish a nigga would, I get a splinter
Just a chicken, bout to break it down into chicken tenders
block booming, I'm not human
My zoomin', my eyes groomin'
One giant for mankind
I'm high as men, how have you been?
Gun on my waist
But it ain't far away
I'm like some Chardonnay
today, gone today
I with pussy, not these niggas
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 kill me you die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me

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

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In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
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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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They fuckin' wit me, wit me, wit me
No, they ain't wit me, wit me, wit me
Yo T.I., ain't fuckin' with us pimp, ah!
My bad I mean to scream, sorry