Luyện nghe bài hát Fight Night (Remix)

If you know me know ain't my feng shui
Certified everywhere, ain't gotta my resume
Talking crazy, I up andele
R.I.P to Nate Dogg, I had to
Public Service
Where all my rich at man?
MIGO!
[Hook:
Broke niggas to the left
My niggas stand to the right
Lil' mamma, she keep at me (lil' mama!)
Im'a knock the out like fight night
Hit it with the left, hit with the
Im'a the pussy out like fight night
Beat it with the left, beat it the right
Im'a the pussy out like fight night
1: Tyga]
Pack the pussy out,
Put a pussy in his place, throw it 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 down to ride, big booty, tender
All whip, they never (?)
I pastor, I'm the now
Young Jones, Spike Lee with this king
Tap the face, Mike Tyson, Tyga in the crib
Shit, on sixes, I started this (?) shit
This the motherfuckin' thanks I Bitch


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

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