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 y'all faggot ass niggaz out
That wouldn't 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 Combs

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

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

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

Also yeah, yeah, that who failed me
To that bitch who never 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 pussy was so
It was wack, B, yo, you

Yeah, you thought I go pro, now, I'm fuckin' yo' hoe
Fuck you but I these
These bitches wanna say these niggaz, too, right?
He want you to lick his but yo, his dick is small
that nigga, fuck you, fuck him, B

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

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

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

Mayn, you