Luyện nghe bài hát F*** You

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

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

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

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

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

yeah, yeah, that teacher who failed me
To bitch who never 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 pussy was so
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 fuck these niggaz, too,
He want you to lick his balls but yo, his is small
Tell nigga, fuck you, fuck him, B

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

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

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

Mayn, you