Luyện nghe bài hát F*cked Up

[Hook:
These got me fucked up [X4]
niggas got me, I think
These got me fucked up
[Verse 1:
I be on the block with that chrome boy, Postin' up my home boy
Leanin' on the 2 tone boy, What you for them zones boy
10-5, 10-4, put it on the scale, add a little
Take a shot of 'tron boy, bag it up and then gone boy
They givin' (?) out, watch yourself on that boy
They gave me seven (?), mama that song boy
We gettin' money baby, we gettin' cash
like im Birdman, sittin' on my cash
120 on the dash, 4 (?) on the
stacking 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 nigga the way I walk around
keep that pistol on my hip to lay them haters down
Gotta them bitches on my dick then I bring (?) around
Paper stash gon' break em down, 'em hard don't make a sound
I'm all that trap boy, ride around with that pistol
Gotta the bitch in my lap boy, hater niggas, come get ya
Made my niggas (?), my niggas clean, we do it (?), try to
Thats suicide fuckin' with my team, I'm blowing and I'm 'bout the cream
Yeah, and I'm that shit, we full of chips, and I'm (?) hoes
Y'all full of shit, not the O's, I'm too legit and I'm tippin' 4's
Niggas want it, bitches lookin' silly for it
Really kill the niggas for it, niggas 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 tell fuck niggas you live
And now they all up in your
matresses over, turnin' couches sideways
They thinkin' crime
Got a
For the that don't understand how the fuck we ope-
and anyway get back on top of my paper chase
Kush burnin', smell the dragon, 29's, had 'em
Niggas take shots, then runnin'
We'll find their ass, Bin
Me and Mike in the Benz wagon, better watch your boy
Purple clouds of that Pepe Lepue, I'm gone of that boy
Clipped up to pop boy, holdin' on to that knot boy
Palms grippin' that Glock boy, we back for them yachts boy
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