Luyện nghe bài hát F''n' You Right

Listen to this, I'm just tryna do for us
You what I'm sayin', you scream at the top of your fucking lungs
Yeah, I'm just tryna do this hard
And get this between us baby, yeah

Look, Samantha, Loraine, Monica,
Veronica, she treated my dick a harmonica
How you think I learned how to it and turn
Ya back until it's broke, make you it in your throat

It was Pamela, Linda, Keisha,
Had me fuckin' while I was drivin' on control
wait to get it home and teach it all to you
Look I'm just be the best, I'm doin' it all for you

You know thing with the peanut butter
My Brooklyn bitch fuckin' untie the ropes
It's with a box cutter
I you love the way I'm diggin' you out

But always wanna fuckin' argue so let's this out
I'm just tryna you happy bitch
Who's for you anytime you get in the mood for suckin' a dick
I took the time out to out what ya like
You bust nuts, wanna get up and fight, so look

You should thank of all the bitches that I in my life
All the I'm gettin', got me fuckin' you right
Never took time to see it and
All you 'bout is yourself, I'm thinkin' for us

You the way I beat it down when I come in the house
And all in ya mouth, the bedroom, and couch
You should thank all of the bitches that I in my life
All the experience I'm gettin', got me fuckin' you

It was Gina, Julie, Renee, Ty and
Made me spend some extra days in
Candy, Trisha, Priscilla,
Showed X to the Z, better with three

Who fuck your ass better than me
I think not, hard knock the cock, to my sweat shop
I locks made by NFL, NBA, NHL, fuck all day
You could say I do this shit

Unsatisfied bitches gotta go out and chase the
And just not the thing to do
So I learn new shit from the next and teach it to you

Now don't you love it how I it baby
(Hell, yeah)
When we be fuckin' and we baby
(Hell, yeah)
The way I hit it I pump it baby
(Hell, yeah)
And don't I spit it when I it baby
(Hell, yeah)

You should thank all of the bitches that I in my life
All the I'm gettin', got me fuckin' you right
Never took time to see it and
All you thinkin' 'bout is yourself, I'm for us

You love the way I beat it down when I in the house
And all in ya mouth, the bedroom, kitchen and
You should thank all of the bitches that I have in my
All the I'm gettin', got me fuckin' you right

I insist that we fuckin' on
Just in case a bitch lose and try and call rape
If you know somethin' that might excite up our night
Got an open to lay us a pipe

Make ya head feel like wet, warm and tight
I'll go from all night 'til the sun bright
Two wrongs don't make it right bitch, no to cheat
(Pussy a piece of meat, another means to eat)

Big Tray D me that, as a matter of fact
You only tell me that you love me when flat on your back
You wanna me now bitch, my fuckin' feelings is hurt
Why am I the only one tryna make this work

You should thank of all the that I have in my life
All the experience I'm gettin', got me fuckin' you
Never time to see it and plus
All you thinkin' is yourself, I'm thinkin' for us

You love the way I beat it down when I in the house
And all in ya mouth, the bedroom, and couch
You thank all of the bitches that I have in my life
All the experience I'm gettin', got me you right