Luyện nghe bài hát Fck Em

(Ft. 2 & Wale)

1: Rick Ross]
C-note after c-note, put the on my kilo
Thought I make it, now Im winning Timothy Tebow
Fourth quarter, Im back, quarter, in fact
quarter, thats that, four Ford in all black
I said boss and I meant that, advance, you spent
so clean youll think Bruce Springsteen rent that
Cars just like sneakers, got me ten pair
Dubai, I been there, but f-ck that, we in
Roll up and inhale, I live next to
Alonzo, my condo cost three mil, this real
and iPad, Amex in my gat
Left hand got ten bands, pocket, four stacks
All I need is bad hoes, all these gon rat
these niggas working now, they knocked it down, theyre going back
All I is Benzos, riding on Lorenzos
Stack my tenfold, make this my new ten-four

Fuck em, f-ck em, Im f-ck em
F-ck em, em, Im screaming f-ck em
all you haters
Watch me f-ck all these b!
I got eight different
And they all mint

Im screaming em, f-ck em, Im screaming f-ck em
Fuck em, f-ck em, Im f-ck em
I got five different
This is my
Im screaming, every witness
Cause b! tch, Im big
Im screaming em

[Verse 2: 2
Me gon hit my
Me gon hit my
What you about walking in the Gucci store and they salute?
Chain a coupe, coupe cost a crib
Riding with the chopper its my friend
This for real niggas only, I still with Kobe
Got a sign in my garage say, Foreign only
pouring, on mixtapes Im touring
See my shit fire shit, and yo shit boring
2 Chainz loud like its a newborn
Dad wasnt around, my father was Too Short
New Porsche up, two cups got juice in it
Two forks, two pipes, I could whip it
My girl is bow-legged, just do it like Bo
Every beat Im toe-tagging, big as a Volkswagon
Money got me sagging, it doesnt matter
I run circles these niggas world like Saturn

Fuck em, f-ck em, Im f-ck em
F-ck em, f-ck em, Im screaming em
all you haters
Watch me f-ck all b! tches
I got eight Rollies
And they all mint

Im screaming f-ck em, em, Im screaming f-ck em
Fuck em, em, Im screaming f-ck em
I got different Benzes
is my deposition
Im screaming, F-ck every
b! tch, Im big business
Im f-ck em

[Verse 3:
Black Foamposites, its we on that outer shit
Riding five deep and Im as dirty as congressmen
Sixty-two, without no tint, roof of my new shit
Ironic sense, my drive increased, my driver see the
Yeah, word, f-ck you niggas, pay me
Smoke that Mark strong
aint no basic smoke
Shout-out to your lady, a.k.a. MMG ho
Tell that ass the way to go before I show her to go
No Canseco, and Im lanes at one six oh
A nigga fine, a police siren!
woop, nah, thats just Diplo
And you cute, shorty, get low
On the low, Imma talk jazz
fever for the night
Horny or white, thats

Fuck em, f-ck em, Im screaming em
em, f-ck em, Im screaming f-ck em
F-ck all you
Watch me f-ck all b! tches
I got different Rollies
And they all condition

Im screaming f-ck em, f-ck em, Im f-ck em
Fuck em, em, Im screaming f-ck em
I got five different
This is my
Im screaming, every witness
Cause b! tch, Im big
Im screaming em