Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck 50

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

Fifty meet, Fifty, he's the fakest thug 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 when you fucking crack
Talk your girl pop off, where the fuck you be at
I see MJ in the more than Curtis
Matter of fact, this beef shit is niggaz nervous

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

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

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 in you, follow me

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

I'mma give it to you baby, nice and

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

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

You should know not to test us it or love it, the game's on top
Now you jealous of him, when your shit going to
You's CB4, you's a bitch straight out of low cash
LA believe him, this nigga is so ass

You dissed lean back, said my was a dud
Now me, have you ever seen 'em up in the club?
Nop, nop, nop
That's right, you singin' than you rappin'
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, 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 y'all thinkin' JD slam lyrically
This be crazy for dissin' Fat Joe man he really crazy tho
This nigga be walkin' around with twenty cops 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 only

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