Luyện nghe bài hát F*** You

B, I'm feeling it from the 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 faggot ass niggaz out there
That wouldn't give us 300 dollars for the
To make a demo, fuck y'all,

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

'Cuz he roll wid me, y'all, bitches
All y'all niggaz fucked around
And made my nigga Blood be here
Poppin' on niggaz, mayn, fuck y'all,

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

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

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

Now, I got out, you
Plus, she never me no bread
Plus, she never 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
Fuck you but I these
These bitches wanna say fuck these niggaz, too,
He want you to his balls but yo, his dick is small
Tell that nigga, you, fuck him, B

Yeah, he always come beat it
But the nigga wanna eat it
Fuck that nigga, Cam eat it, I really 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, you, fuck you
(Fuck you)

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

Mayn, you