Luyện nghe bài hát F*** You

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

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 suck my dick
I was Mason Betha, fuck y'all, bitches
And all y'all bitches that wanna fuck my nigga Huddy

'Cuz he roll wid me, fuck y'all,
All y'all niggaz fucked around
And my nigga Blood 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 transit cop
Who was there every time I had to 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, that who failed me
To bitch who never bailed me
You thought I wasn't getting out, right,

Now, I got out, you
Plus, she never gave me no
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
you but I know these
These wanna say fuck these niggaz, too, right?
He want you to lick his balls but yo, his is small
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 really care, fuck him
Never a dime, he never comes home on time, fuck them, B

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

Mayn, you