Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck 50

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

meet, Fifty, he's the fakest 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 about your girl pop off, the fuck you be at
I see MJ in the hood more Curtis
Matter of fact, this beef shit is niggaz nervous

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

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

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

Fifty meet, Fifty, the fakest 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, it's crack, crack)

I'mma it to you baby, nice and slow

Now let's it back to Vibe awards
Where that nigga disrespect and then your balls
A ago, all I heard was G-G-G-G-Unit
Fifty niggaz ran and they didn't even do

That's a shame, I was right in the front
Waiting for you niggaz to
Where are all guns and them Teflon vests?
We them 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 straight out of low cash
LA don't believe him, nigga is so ass

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

Fifty, meet Fifty, he's the 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 give it to you baby, and slow

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

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