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 nigga Killer and we to lay it down

For y'all, niggaz, all faggot ass niggaz out there
That 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 Mason Betha, 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 made my nigga can't be here
on niggaz, mayn, fuck y'all, niggaz

This goes out to Mr. Fuckin'
Who let me gamble or play numbers
You always talkin' 'bout I'm too young

And what about fuckin', that fuckin' transit cop
Who was every 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 whole shift

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

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

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

Fuck you, 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, you

Mayn, you