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 my nigga Killer and we 'bout to lay it down

For y'all, niggaz, all faggot ass niggaz out there
That wouldn't us 300 dollars for the tape
To make a demo, fuck y'all,

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

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

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

And what about that fuckin', 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 shift

Also yeah, yeah, that teacher who me
To that bitch who never me
You thought I getting out, right, bitch?

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

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

Yeah, he wanna come beat it
But the nigga wanna eat it
Fuck that nigga, Cam will eat it, I really care, fuck him
Never spends a dime, he never comes home on time, them, B

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

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

Mayn, you