Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck 50

Yeah, do it, yeah, I love hip hop
I love muthafucking hip hop game
This nigga here is a nigga man
Stay in motherfucking lane nigga
You fucking 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
I'mma give it to you baby, nice and

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

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

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

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

Fifty meet, Fifty, the fakest thug you've ever seen
(It's crack)
Curtis, Jackson, how come you can never ever be seen
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, and slow

Now let's it back to Vibe awards
Where nigga disrespect and then snuffed your balls
A minute ago, all I was G-G-G-G-Unit
Fifty niggaz ran and didn't even do shit

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

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

You dissed lean back, said my 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, meet Fifty, he's the thug you've ever seen
Curtis, Jackson, how come you can never ever 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 it to you baby, nice and slow

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I know y'all thinkin' 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 like he can't get touched man
I'm respond one time, one time only

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