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
in your 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 ever be
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, and slow

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

It's gonna be grieving every Sunday service
End up your head popped off thanks to Curtis
But he care, he's 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, nigga fifty bout to strip
Shaking his ass, what the fuck is with this nigga
Fifty don't make me,

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

meet, Fifty, he's the fakest thug you've ever seen
(It's crack)
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never 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 and then snuffed your balls
A ago, all I heard was G-G-G-G-Unit
niggaz ran and they didn't even do shit

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

You should know not to 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, said my was a dud
Now tell me, you ever seen 'em up in the club?
Nop, nop, nop
right, you singin' more than you rappin'
Now Fifty that ain't

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

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