Luyện nghe bài hát F.O.D.

Fuck who thought we were taking a fall you made the call, but we didn't drop the ball.
Took measures time to get the look of the trade, sick of the cry baby serenade.
What you
out and pla'ay
You that ass will sla'ay.
'Nuff given to the Mojo.
If you don't wanna give it, then we'll it ho'.

Originality get off the dick and all you jealous bands keep shit.
stabbers, ain't no friend of mine.
the line.
You know that ass be mine.

F.O.D.
piece of doom.
F.O.D.
Four of doom.
F.O.D.
piece of doom.
F.O.D.
Four of doom.

New Atlanta shaking you up like Fanta.

Pop your top 'cause we're getting real hot.
Two crackers and two niggers who ain't to pull the trigger.
Those who dissin' us can get the finger.

You sold us out 'cause your soul's were for sale.
Mad as with a rebel yell.
We the walk and talk the talk,

it's not our fault that ass fell of!!!!!!!!!!!

Back stabbers, no friend of mine.
Originality get off the and all you jealous bands keep talking shit.

the line.
You know that ass be mine.

F.O.D.
piece of doom.
F.O.D.
Four of doom.
F.O.D.

Four of doom.
F.O.D.
piece of doom.

Suckers wanna battle, but they know how, just another reason why my attitude's foul.
You had enough, you're my bluff.
step into my zone and see if you're rough enough.
BOOM BAM bands (spit).

You got to get rid of the flam.
Monkey see, do.
Punk, you're fucking the four piece of doom, four piece of doom,
piece of doom.

F.O.D.
F.O.D.
F.O.D.
F.O.D.
F.O.D.