Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck 50

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

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

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

It's gonna be families every Sunday service
End up with your head popped off to Curtis
But he dont care, he's still locked up in his and shit
Steroid up and he won't about that 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 nigga
Fifty make me, brap

Oh yeah, you got sixty-five niggaz on your
And not from South 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, he's the fakest thug ever seen
(It's crack)
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never ever be
Once I got you,I'mma 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 give it to you baby, nice and

Now take it back to Vibe awards
Where that nigga disrespect and then your balls
A ago, all I heard was G-G-G-G-Unit
Fifty niggaz ran and they didn't even do

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

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

You dissed lean back, my shit was a dud
Now me, have you ever seen 'em up in the club?
Nop, nop, nop
right, you singin' more than you rappin'
Now Fifty that right

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

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I know what y'all thinkin' man thinkin' JD gonna slam lyrically
This be crazy for dissin' Fat Joe man he really crazy tho
This nigga be walkin' around with cops talking shit on records
And never be out of his house feel like he can't get touched man
I'm gonna respond one time, one only

It ain't gonna be more to me man
This is for all the mutha who doubted crack
me, nigga can respond ten thousand times
I ain't talkin' 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
It's gonna be a ugly summer man