Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck 50

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

Fifty meet, Fifty, he's the thug you've ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how 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, and slow

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 Curtis
Matter of fact, this beef is making niggaz nervous

It's be families grieving every Sunday 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 shop 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 me, brap

Oh yeah, you got niggaz on your team
And they're not from side Jamaica, Queens
They're the boys in blue, and I'm speaking the truth
we all see the bitch in you, follow me

Fifty meet, Fifty, he's the thug you've ever 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, and slow

Now take it back to Vibe awards
Where nigga 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

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

You should know not to test us hate it or 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 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
right, you singin' more than you rappin'
Now Fifty ain't right

Fifty, Fifty, he's the fakest thug you've ever seen
Curtis, Jackson, how come you can never ever be seen
Once I got you, 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 give it to you baby, nice and

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I know what y'all thinkin' man y'all JD gonna slam lyrically
This nigga be for dissin' Fat Joe man he really crazy tho
This be walkin' around with twenty cops talking shit on records
And never be out of his house feel like 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 talkin' back to that nigga one thing I will real promise you
I won't get you I'm a get your family it man crack bitch
It's gonna be a real summer man