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
Kick folks out the spot, slime
She still (No)
Oh,

Free Homicide, it was a homicide, yeah, in the daytime
Yeah, seen a rob 'em, know we'll 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, 'cause I'ma mind
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
you at the red light, black out
Yeah, we guaranteed to his lights out
Yeah, I guarantee these tap out
nigga, I don't eat Popeyes
Presidential Rollie, brought the 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 know we go to FOX 5

Yeah, we ain't on FOX 5 (FOX 5)
Don't make me call the maybe call the clock (Clock stopper)
Ah, pretty vibe, skeetin' in her eye
jaw locker (Nickname jaw locker)
Feel like I glide, I been high
Nigga, I'm a pill (Nigga, I'm a pill popper)
We got ten hundred-round (Nah)
Heard you was a junkie, used to copper (Nah)
Pull up, whip proper
Money get A, cake like Betty Crocker (Cake like Betty Crocker)
Uh, beatin' through your bae, stalkers, I know every day robbers, 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 real burner, never been a 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, don't talk, let the rub off (Let the money rub off)
Nah, these niggas gettin' cut off, this is not a love lost, we'll never do soft (We'll do soft)
You pussy niggas too (Niggas too soft)
Free all my niggas, prison walk (Free the gang)

Free Homicide, it was a homicide, yeah, in the daytime
Yeah, seen a bitch rob 'em, know we'll kill him, thinkin' he gon' take
Know I'm ballin' on a bitch ass nigga, and I pass his ho it's Matt Ryan
Yeah, you live longer if you mind your business, 'cause mind mine
I grab a carbine, lil' boy, my bitch, she fuckin' on
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 his lights out
Yeah, I these niggas tap out

Hundred round drum on your boy, and we hopped out a Royce
We pullin' up 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, we'll pull up in a
Yeah, I know the Lord mad at me 'cause a nigga
I ain't motherfuckin' testin' Ray J, man, I come out that Wraith just with motherfuckin' bangers
I let that cutter hit every angle, I come out that back, whips I'm Django
What the a pussy boy had said?
I don't know if he speakin' sign language
And I just town with 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, we'll kill him, thinkin' he gon' take 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 mind
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 these tap out
Rich nigga, I eat Popeyes
Rollie, brought the clock out
And I know you 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