Luyện nghe bài hát FOX 5

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

Free Homicide, it was just a homicide, yeah, in the
Yeah, seen a bitch rob 'em, we'll kill 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 a carbine, lil' boy, my bitch, she fuckin' on toys
Bored, then 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
Rich nigga, I don't eat
Presidential Rollie, brought the out
And I know you niggas gain clout
Yeah, you we don't 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)
make me call the maybe call the clock stopper (Clock stopper)
Ah, pretty vibe, skeetin' in her eye
jaw locker (Nickname jaw locker)
Feel I glide, I been 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 steal (Nah)
up, whip game proper
Money get A, lotta cake Betty Crocker (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 gettin' more llama, Gunna, he a role model, and his a headhunter (And his bitch a headhunter)
Billions just like Ted Turner gotta keep a burner, never been a store runner (Never been 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, these niggas gettin' cut off, this is not a love lost, never do soft (We'll never do soft)
You pussy too soft (Niggas too soft)
Free all my niggas, gotta walk (Free the gang)

Free Homicide, it was just a homicide, yeah, in the
Yeah, seen a bitch rob 'em, know we'll kill him, thinkin' he gon' take
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 your business, 'cause mind mine
I grab a carbine, boy, my bitch, she fuckin' on toys
Bored, then 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 these niggas 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 fuckin' pin, pull up in a minute
Yeah, I know the Lord mad at me 'cause a sinnin'
I ain't talkin' motherfuckin' Ray J, man, I come out that Wraith just with motherfuckin' bangers
I let that cutter hit every angle, I come out that back, like I'm Django
the fuck a pussy 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, 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 live longer if you your business, 'cause I'ma mind mine
I a carbine, lil' boy, my bitch, she fuckin' on toys
Bored, then jump off the porch, smokin' opp in the Royce
I'm R5, R5
you at the red light, black out
Yeah, we to shoot his lights out
Yeah, I guarantee niggas tap out
Rich nigga, I eat Popeyes
Presidential Rollie, the clock out
And I you niggas tryna gain clout
Yeah, you know we go to FOX 5
Yeah, you we don't go to FOX 5
Yeah, you know we go to FOX 5