Luyện nghe bài hát F*** You

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

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

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

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

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

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

yeah, yeah, that teacher who failed me
To that bitch who bailed me
You thought I getting out, right, bitch?

Now, I got out, you
Plus, she gave me no bread
Plus, she gave me no head
That pussy was so
It was wack, B, yo, you

Yeah, you thought I wouldn't go pro, now, I'm yo' hoe
you but I know these
These wanna say fuck these niggaz, too, right?
He want you to lick his balls but yo, his dick is
Tell that nigga, fuck you, him, B

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

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

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

Mayn, you