Luyện nghe bài hát Fight Night (Remix)

If you know me know this ain't my feng
everywhere, ain't gotta print my resume
Talking crazy, I pull up
R.I.P to Nate Dogg, I had to
Public Service
Where all my rich at man?
MIGO!
Takeoff]
Broke niggas stand to the
My rich niggas to the right
Lil' mamma, she keep at me (lil' mama!)
Im'a the pussy out like fight night
Hit it with the left, hit with the
knock the pussy out like fight night
Beat it with the left, it with the right
Im'a knock the out like fight night
1: Tyga]
Pack the out, Pacquiao
Put a in his place, throw it like a paper route
Pussy on a stand, my bitch'll never
We ain't never vibe, the (?) it's all blurred lines
Who the fuck wanted Punch you in your good eye
Go the all time, (?) then it's
Poor bitches to ride, big booty, tender lines
All whip, they lies (?)
I pastor, I'm the now
Young Jones, Spike Lee this king shit
Tap the face, Mike Tyson, real Tyga in the
Shit, sitting on sixes, I started (?) shit
This the motherfuckin' thanks I get?


If you know me know this ain't my feng
Certified everywhere, gotta print my resume
Talking crazy, I up andele
R.I.P to Nate Dogg, I had to
[Verse 2:
If you know me know this my feng shui
Certified everywhere, ain't gotta print my
crazy, I pull up andele
R.I.P to Nate Dogg, I had to
Pocket fire, watch him disintegrate
It's a truckload coming on the
Sirloin all on my dinner plate
Your main say she wanna make a sex tape
Rich nigga, I could never be a nigga (rich nigga)
Broke I can never get along with them!
been hated since a little nigga (always)
It's forever pussy gotta deal with it (rich nigga!)

[Verse 3:
Float a butterly, sting like a bee
young nigga rumble!
Lil' mamma want a nigga me in the sheets
Ice knock it out like Deebo
Now who's that talking that gangsta
Somebody gonna your ass
When I walk up in the club I make a thunderstorm
Let them know that a whole lot of cash
Rich niggas on the right all (rich nigga)
Broke niggas to the by yourself (brokanese)
Now who the just said that the roof on fire?
911 like Wyclef