Luyện nghe bài hát F*** You

B, I'm feeling it from the now, B
Yo straight up, yo, this Murder, Harlem is the clique
I'm with my nigga and we 'bout to lay it down

For y'all, niggaz, all y'all ass niggaz out there
That wouldn't us 300 dollars for the tape
To make a demo, y'all, niggaz

All y'all that wouldn't suck my dick
When I was Mason Betha, y'all, bitches
And all y'all bitches that wanna my nigga Huddy Combs

'Cuz he wid me, fuck y'all, bitches
All y'all that fucked around
And my nigga Blood can't be here
Poppin' on niggaz, mayn, y'all, niggaz

This goes out to Mr. Russell
Who never let me gamble or numbers
You always talkin' I'm fuckin' too young

And what about that fuckin', that fuckin' cop
Who was every time I had to fuckin' hop the train
Want to like he fuckin' ran the whole station
Like he, he had to run the whole fuckin' shift

Also yeah, yeah, teacher who failed me
To that who never bailed me
You thought I wasn't out, right, bitch?

Now, I got out, you
Plus, she never me no bread
Plus, she never gave me no
That was so wack
It was wack, B, yo, you

Yeah, you thought I go pro, now, I'm fuckin' yo' hoe
Fuck you but I these
These bitches wanna say these niggaz, too, right?
He want you to his balls but yo, his dick is small
that nigga, fuck you, fuck him, B

Yeah, he wanna come beat it
But the never wanna eat it
Fuck that nigga, Cam eat it, I really don't care, fuck him
Never spends a dime, he comes home on time, fuck them, B

you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
(Fuck you)
Fuck you, fuck you, you, fuck you
(Fuck you)

you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you, you, fuck you
you, fuck you, fuck you

Mayn, you