Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck 50

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

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

It's gonna be families every Sunday service
End up with your head popped off to Curtis
But he dont care, he's still up in his house and shit
Steroid up and he won't come about that

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

Oh yeah, you got niggaz on your team
And they're not South side Jamaica, Queens
They're the 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 ever seen
(It's crack)
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never ever be
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, it's crack, 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 minute ago, all I heard was
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 guns and them Teflon vests?
We terror squad boys

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

Fifty, meet Fifty, the fakest thug you've ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how 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
give it to you baby, nice and slow

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I know what y'all thinkin' man y'all JD gonna slam lyrically
This nigga be crazy for 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 house feel like he get touched man
I'm gonna respond one time, one time

It ain't be more songs to me man
is for all the mutha fuckers who doubted crack
Trust me, nigga can respond ten times
I ain't talkin' back to that one thing I will real promise you
I won't get you I'm a get your family it man crack bitch
gonna be a real ugly summer man