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 with the Don nigga crack follow me

Fifty meet, Fifty, he's the thug you've ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never ever be
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, nice and

Fifty you goin to end up dead when you fucking crack
Talk 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 families grieving every Sunday
End up with your head popped off thanks to
But he care, he's still locked up in his house and shit
Steroid up and he won't come that bitch

Is it me or does candy shop sound like 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 niggaz on your
And they're not from 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, he's the fakest thug you've seen
(It's crack)
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can 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, crack, it's crack)

I'mma give it to you baby, nice and

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

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

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

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

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

It ain't be more songs to me man
This is for all the mutha fuckers who crack
Trust me, nigga can ten thousand times
I ain't 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
It's gonna be a real summer man