Luyện nghe bài hát F*cked Up

[Hook:
niggas got me fucked up [X4]
These got me, I think
niggas got me fucked up
[Verse 1:
I be on the block with chrome boy, Postin' up with my home boy
on the 2 tone boy, What you want for them zones boy
10-5, 10-4, put it on the scale, add a little
Take a shot of that boy, bag it up and then gone boy
They givin' (?) out, watch on that phone boy
They gave me seven (?), mama singing song boy
We money baby, we gettin' cash money
Stuntin' like im Birdman, sittin' on my
120 on the dash, 4 (?) on the
Paper too long boy, blowing cheech and that chong boy
Better watch that tone boy, to that dome boy
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[Verse 2 -
Think a trip the way I walk around
Gotta keep pistol on my hip to lay them haters down
Gotta keep them bitches on my dick I bring (?) around
Paper stash gon' break em down, 'em hard don't make a sound
I'm all about that trap boy, ride with that pistol
Gotta keep the bitch in my lap boy, niggas, come get ya
Made my niggas (?), my clean, we do it (?), try to intervene
Thats suicide with my team, I'm blowing clouds and I'm 'bout the cream
Yeah, and I'm bout shit, we full of chips, and I'm (?) hoes
Y'all full of shit, not suckin' the O's, I'm too and I'm tippin' 4's
Niggas really want it, lookin' silly for it
Really the niggas for it, niggas lookin' real important
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[Verse 3 -
Say boy, ever had a bitch all up in your
Stickin' dick all up in the ribs
Then she fuck niggas where you live
And now all up in your shit
Flippin' matresses over, couches sideways
They crime pays
Got a
For the that don't understand how the fuck we ope-
-rate and anyway get back on top of my paper
Kush burnin', the dragon, 29's, been had 'em
Niggas take shots, runnin' high
We'll their ass, Bin Ladin
Me and Mike in the Benz wagon, watch your block boy
Purple clouds of that Pepe Lepue, I'm of that Ciroc boy
Clipped up to that pop boy, holdin' on to that boy
Palms grippin' that Glock boy, we comin' back for them boy
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