Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck 50

Yeah, do it, yeah, I love hip hop
I love this hip hop game
This nigga is a real nigga man
Stay in motherfucking lane nigga
You fucking with the Don crack follow me

Fifty meet, Fifty, he's the fakest thug you've ever
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never be seen
I got you,Imma give you my, my, fo fo fo fo fo
My, my, fo fo fo fo fo, my, my, fo fo fo fo fo
I'mma give it to you baby, and slow

Fifty you to end up dead when you fucking with crack
Talk about your girl pop off, the fuck you be at
I see MJ in the hood than Curtis
Matter of fact, this beef shit is making niggaz

It's gonna be grieving every Sunday service
End up with your head popped off to Curtis
But he dont care, still locked up in his house and shit
Steroid up and he won't come about bitch

Is it me or does candy shop sound magic stick?
In the video, this nigga fifty bout to
Shaking his ass, what the fuck is wrong with this
Fifty don't make me,

Oh yeah, you got sixty-five niggaz on your
And they're not from side Jamaica, Queens
They're the boys in blue, and I'm just speaking the
Yeah we all see the bitch in you, me

Fifty meet, Fifty, the fakest thug you've ever seen
(It's crack)
Curtis, Jackson, how come you can never ever be seen
I got you,I'mma give you my, my, fo fo fo fo fo
(Shit all on you niggas)
My, my, fo fo fo fo fo
(Mofucker)
My, my, fo fo fo fo fo
(It's crack, it's crack, crack)

I'mma it to you baby, nice and slow

Now let's take it to Vibe awards
Where that nigga disrespect and then snuffed balls
A minute ago, all I heard was
Fifty niggaz ran and they didn't even do

That's a shame, I was sitting right in the
Waiting for you to dunk
Where are all your and them Teflon vests?
We them terror squad

You should know not to test us hate it or love it, the on top
Now you of him, when your shit going to stop?
You's CB4, you's a bitch nigga straight out of low
LA don't believe him, nigga is so ass

You lean back, said my shit was a dud
Now tell me, have you ever seen 'em up in the
Nop, nop, nop
right, you singin' more than you rappin'
Now Fifty ain't right

Fifty, meet Fifty, he's the fakest thug you've ever
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how you can never ever be seen
Once I got you, I'mma you
My, my, fo fo fo fo fo
(They say motherfucking nigga)
My, my, fo fo fo fo fo
(It's bitch)
My, my, fo fo fo fo fo
I'mma it to you baby, nice and slow

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I know what y'all man y'all thinkin' JD gonna slam lyrically
This nigga be crazy for dissin' Fat Joe man he crazy tho
This nigga be walkin' around with cops talking shit on records
And never be comin' out of his house feel like he get touched man
I'm respond one time, one time only

It ain't gonna be songs to me man
is for all the mutha fuckers who doubted crack
Trust me, nigga can respond ten times
I talkin' back to that nigga one thing I will real promise you
I won't get you I'm a get family that's it man crack bitch
gonna be a real ugly summer man