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

meet, Fifty, he's the fakest thug you've ever seen
Curtis, Jackson, how come you can never ever be seen
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 you fucking with crack
Talk about girl pop off, where the fuck you be at
I see MJ in the hood more than
of fact, this beef shit is making niggaz nervous

It's gonna be families grieving every 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 come that bitch

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

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

Fifty meet, Fifty, he's the fakest thug you've ever
(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, crack, it's crack)

I'mma give it to you baby, and slow

Now let's take it to Vibe awards
Where that disrespect and then snuffed your balls
A ago, all I heard was G-G-G-G-Unit
Fifty niggaz ran and they even do shit

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

You should know not to test us hate it or it, the game's on top
Now you jealous of him, your shit going to stop?
You's CB4, a bitch nigga 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, have you seen 'em up in the club?
Nop, nop, nop
That's right, you singin' more you rappin'
Now Fifty ain't right

Fifty, meet Fifty, 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 it to you baby, nice and slow

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I know what thinkin' man y'all thinkin' JD gonna slam lyrically
This nigga be crazy for dissin' Fat Joe man he really tho
This nigga be 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 respond one time, one time

It ain't be more songs to me man
This is for all the fuckers who doubted crack
me, nigga can respond ten thousand times
I ain't talkin' back to that nigga one 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 summer man