Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck 50

Yeah, do it, yeah, I love hip hop
I love this muthafucking hip hop
This nigga is a real nigga man
Stay in your motherfucking lane
You fucking with the Don crack follow me

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

you goin to end up dead when you fucking with crack
Talk about your pop off, where the fuck you be at
I see MJ in the hood more Curtis
Matter of fact, this beef shit is making nervous

It's gonna be families every Sunday service
End up with your popped off thanks to Curtis
But he care, he's still locked up in his house and shit
Steroid up and he come about that bitch

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 this nigga
Fifty make me, brap

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

Fifty meet, Fifty, he's the fakest thug you've ever
(It's crack)
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how you can never 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 give it to you baby, nice and

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

That's a shame, I was sitting in the front
Waiting for you to dunk
Where are all your guns and them Teflon
We them terror squad

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

Fifty, Fifty, he's the fakest thug you've ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never be seen
Once I got you, I'mma 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 y'all thinkin' man thinkin' JD gonna slam lyrically
This nigga be for dissin' Fat Joe man he really crazy tho
This nigga be walkin' around with twenty cops shit on records
And never be comin' out of his house like he can't 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 thousand
I ain't talkin' back to 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 ugly summer man