Luyện nghe bài hát F*** You

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

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

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

'Cuz he 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,

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

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

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

Now, I got out, you
Plus, she never gave me no
Plus, she never me no head
pussy was so wack
It was wack, B, yo, you

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

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

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

Mayn, you