Luyện nghe bài hát F*** You

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

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

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

'Cuz he roll wid me, fuck y'all,
All y'all niggaz that 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 about fuckin', that fuckin' transit cop
Who was every time I had to fuckin' hop the train
to play like he fuckin' ran the whole station
Like he, like he had to run the whole fuckin'

yeah, yeah, that teacher who failed me
To that bitch who bailed me
You thought I getting 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
Fuck you but I know
These bitches say fuck these niggaz, too, right?
He you to lick his balls but yo, his dick is small
Tell that nigga, you, fuck him, B

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

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

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

Mayn, you