Luyện nghe bài hát F*** You

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

For y'all, niggaz, all faggot ass niggaz out there
That give us 300 dollars for the tape
To a demo, fuck y'all, niggaz

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

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

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

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

Also yeah, yeah, that who failed me
To that bitch who bailed me
You I wasn't getting 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 I wouldn't go pro, now, I'm fuckin' yo' hoe
Fuck you but I these
These bitches wanna say fuck niggaz, too, right?
He want you to lick his balls but yo, his is small
Tell nigga, fuck you, fuck him, B

Yeah, he wanna come beat it
But the never wanna 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, you, fuck you
(Fuck you)

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

Mayn, you