Luyện nghe bài hát F*** You

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

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

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

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

This goes out to Mr. Fuckin'
Who never let me or play numbers
You always talkin' 'bout I'm too young

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

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

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

Yeah, you I wouldn't go pro, now, I'm fuckin' yo' hoe
Fuck you but I these
bitches wanna say fuck these niggaz, too, right?
He you to lick his balls but yo, his dick is small
Tell nigga, fuck you, fuck him, B

Yeah, he wanna come beat it
But the nigga never eat it
Fuck that nigga, Cam will eat it, I really care, fuck him
Never spends a dime, he never home on time, fuck them, B

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

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

Mayn, you