Luyện nghe bài hát FOX 5

(What's good, Mario?)
Man, all the hoes in the fuckin' background, shut the fuck up
you talkin', man, R5 in the fuckin' building
Show some
them folks out the spot, slime
She talkin'? (No)
Oh,

Homicide, it was just a homicide, yeah, in the daytime
Yeah, seen a bitch rob 'em, know we'll kill him, thinkin' he gon' mine
Know I'm on a bitch ass nigga, and I pass his ho like it's Matt Ryan
Yeah, you live if you mind your business, 'cause I'ma mind mine
I a carbine, lil' boy, my bitch, she fuckin' on toys
Bored, then jump off the porch, opp pack in the Royce
I'm R5, R5
Catch you at the red light, out
Yeah, we guaranteed to shoot his out
Yeah, I these niggas tap out
nigga, I don't eat Popeyes
Presidential Rollie, the clock out
And I know you niggas gain clout
Yeah, you know we go to FOX 5
Yeah, you we don't go to FOX 5
Yeah, you we don't go to FOX 5

Yeah, we goin' on FOX 5 (FOX 5)
Don't make me call the call the clock stopper (Clock stopper)
Ah, pretty lil' vibe, in her eye
Nickname jaw (Nickname jaw locker)
Feel like I glide, I gettin' high
Nigga, I'm a popper (Nigga, I'm a pill popper)
We got ten hundred-round (Nah)
Heard you was a junkie, used to copper (Nah)
up, whip game proper
Money get A, lotta cake like Crocker (Cake like Betty Crocker)
Uh, beatin' through your bae, stalkers, I every day robbers, gotta keep a door stopper (Gotta keep a door stopper)
Yeah, I be gettin' more llama, Gunna, he a role model, and his bitch a headhunter (And his a headhunter)
Billions just like Ted Turner gotta keep a real burner, never been a store runner (Never a store runner)
These bitches yell, Go, (Go, Gunna)
You be your own boss, uh (Own boss)
Dressed like a showoff, go and get it, talk, let the money rub off (Let the money rub off)
Nah, niggas gettin' cut off, this is not a love lost, we'll never do soft (We'll never do soft)
You pussy too soft (Niggas too soft)
Free all my niggas, gotta walk (Free the gang)

Homicide, it was just a homicide, yeah, in the daytime
Yeah, seen a bitch rob 'em, know we'll kill him, thinkin' he gon' mine
Know I'm ballin' on a bitch ass nigga, and I his ho like it's Matt Ryan
Yeah, you live longer if you mind your business, 'cause I'ma mine
I grab a carbine, lil' boy, my bitch, she on toys
Bored, then jump off the porch, smokin' opp in the Royce
I'm R5, R5
Catch you at the red light, out
Yeah, we to shoot his lights out
Yeah, I these niggas tap out

Hundred round drum on your boy, and we just out a Royce
We pullin' up with a silencer, no, ain't makin' noise
Pink shirt, man, I had to it
Yeah, I a big blitz, yeah, I had to go and end it
Go and drop the fuckin' pin, we'll pull up in a
Yeah, I know the Lord mad at me 'cause a sinnin'
I ain't talkin' motherfuckin' testin' Ray J, man, I come out that just with motherfuckin' bangers
I let that cutter hit every angle, I come out that back, whips like I'm
What the fuck a boy had said?
I don't know if he ain't speakin' language
And I just town with ten, pockets on top, nigga, no time to count us (Say what?)

Free Homicide, it was a homicide, yeah, in the daytime
Yeah, seen a bitch rob 'em, know we'll him, thinkin' he gon' take mine
Know I'm ballin' on a bitch ass nigga, and I pass his ho like it's Ryan
Yeah, you live longer if you mind your business, 'cause I'ma mine
I grab a carbine, lil' boy, my bitch, she on toys
Bored, jump off the porch, smokin' opp pack in the Royce
I'm R5, R5
Catch you at the red light, out
Yeah, we guaranteed to his lights out
Yeah, I these niggas tap out
nigga, I don't eat Popeyes
Presidential Rollie, the clock out
And I know you niggas tryna gain
Yeah, you know we go to FOX 5
Yeah, you know we go to FOX 5
Yeah, you we don't go to FOX 5