Luyện nghe bài hát fu*k You

{Hi baby, I know you're under a lot of pressure at your and all
And I do understand, you have no idea how I understand
But you also have any idea how much I love you
I you so much, I think about you, I feel you in my arms
I miss you, I you terribly
I've just always wanted someone like you in my
I you so much, that I'd do anything, I'd do anything
I'll be perfect woman for you}

I just fuck bad bitches
All them nights I had bitches
Now I'm all up in that ass
Mad at 'cha boyfriend, ain't

You'se a bad girl, gotta ya
Gotta ya for that head clinic
Explicit, photogenic
And your friends where the dick's at
they can get hit and won't get back to they soul mate

Before you 'em use Colgate
She swallowed it! Yeah the bitch took the eight
And ran with it, then let hit it
And Hit the Man hit it; bitches

Man, this is what I'm about
Chicken-head, chicken-fed, with a dick in mouth
Out and with your nigga like it never took place
(Airtouched)
Next you need a taste

I just fuck you
No touchin' and girl, you got a husband who loves you
Don't you all in mine
I wanna fuck you
We can't be and huggin' girl, you got a husband who loves you
You need to give him your quality

You got the number, on you to make the call
You know I cum quick, help you re-decorate your
Cut your backyard, have to act hard to get the cock
And if I'm too far, I take it out and wipe it off

And put it back up, and keep
You tryin' to hide it from your husband but I he be knowin'
That your been tampered with
Did you him the new trick of
How you can make it smoke a stick

You be it like a dancer bitch, it's hard on me
Not to you all of my time, that you want
You can give me some head, but the breakfast in bed
I'd rather spend my mornin' diggin' through some instead

But, tonight, I guess be aight if we can touch bases
Hook-up somewhere and some fuck faces
I know your man's lookin' for ya, he's always to run ya
Don't worry me handcuffin' girl cause I just wanna fuck witchu
Fuck

On the tip, on some creep shit
So whatcha do, ya freak bitch?
You, actin', like you don't do
That's the kinda bitch I hate with

"Baby was a virgin" that's she said
So I gave her some Hennesey, she gave me some
I her on the flo', so I wouldn't mess up my bed
lil' half dead put his dick on her head

Take that bitch home, and give her a
And her the number to my cellular phone
Man, she up my pager, the shit's gettin' major
A favor for a favor, this is what I gave her

Somethin' to go by, and bitches why
Stuff dick in they mouth, and I'm out
(See ya!)
Twenty-fo' seven, Dre, Snoop, and
We servin' these hoes, and never these hoes, beotch!

I just fuck you
No and rubbin' girl, you got a husband who loves you
Don't you all in mine
I just wanna you
We can't be and huggin' girl, you got a husband who loves you
You need to give him your quality