Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck 50

Yeah, that'll do it, yeah, I hip hop
I love this hip hop game
nigga here is a real nigga man
Stay in your lane nigga
You fucking the Don nigga crack follow me

Fifty meet, Fifty, he's the fakest thug you've seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can ever 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 dead you fucking with crack
about your girl pop off, where the fuck you be at
I see MJ in the hood more than
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 dont care, he's locked up in his house and shit
Steroid up and he come about that bitch

Is it me or does candy shop like magic stick?
In the video, this nigga fifty to strip
his ass, what the fuck is wrong with this nigga
Fifty make me, brap

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

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

I'mma it to you baby, nice and slow

Now let's take it 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 to dunk
Where are all your guns and them Teflon
We them terror boys

You should know not to us hate it or love it, the game's on top
Now you jealous of him, when your going to stop?
You's CB4, you's a bitch nigga out of low cash
LA believe him, this 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
That's right, you singin' more than you
Now that ain't right

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

It gonna be more songs to me man
This is for all the mutha fuckers who crack
Trust me, nigga can respond ten thousand
I ain't talkin' to that 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 ugly summer man