Luyện nghe bài hát FOX 5

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

Free Homicide, it was a homicide, yeah, in the daytime
Yeah, seen a bitch rob 'em, know kill him, thinkin' he gon' take mine
Know I'm on a bitch ass nigga, and I pass his ho like it's Matt Ryan
Yeah, you live longer if you mind your business, I'ma mind 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 shoot his out
Yeah, I guarantee these tap out
Rich nigga, I don't eat
Rollie, brought the clock out
And I know you niggas tryna clout
Yeah, you we don't go to FOX 5
Yeah, you know we go to FOX 5
Yeah, you know we go to FOX 5

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

Homicide, it was just a homicide, yeah, in the daytime
Yeah, a bitch rob 'em, know we'll kill him, thinkin' he gon' take mine
Know I'm ballin' on a bitch ass nigga, and I pass his ho it's Matt Ryan
Yeah, you longer 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
you at the red light, black out
Yeah, we guaranteed to his lights out
Yeah, I guarantee these tap out

Hundred round drum on your boy, and we just out a Royce
We up with a silencer, no, they 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 pin, we'll pull up in a minute
Yeah, I know the mad at me 'cause a nigga sinnin'
I ain't talkin' motherfuckin' testin' Ray J, man, I come out that Wraith with motherfuckin' bangers
I let cutter hit every angle, I come out that back, whips like I'm Django
the fuck a pussy boy had said?
I don't know if he speakin' sign language
And I just left town ten, pockets on top, nigga, no time to count us (Say what?)

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 ass nigga, and I pass his ho like it's Matt Ryan
Yeah, you live longer if you mind business, 'cause I'ma mind mine
I grab a carbine, lil' boy, my bitch, she fuckin' on
Bored, jump off the porch, smokin' opp pack in the Royce
I'm R5, R5
Catch you at the red light, out
Yeah, we to shoot his lights out
Yeah, I guarantee niggas tap out
nigga, I don't eat Popeyes
Presidential Rollie, the clock out
And I know you tryna gain clout
Yeah, you we don't go to FOX 5
Yeah, you know we go to FOX 5
Yeah, you we don't go to FOX 5