Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck 50

Yeah, that'll do it, yeah, I hip hop
I love muthafucking hip hop game
This nigga here is a real man
Stay in your lane nigga
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 never 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

Fifty you goin to end up 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 grieving every Sunday
End up your head popped off thanks to Curtis
But he dont care, he's still locked up in his 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
his ass, what the fuck is wrong with this nigga
Fifty don't me, brap

Oh yeah, you got sixty-five niggaz on 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 you've seen
(It's crack)
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never 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 it to you baby, nice and slow

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

That's a shame, I was sitting right in the
for you niggaz to dunk
Where are all your guns and them 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 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 ever seen 'em up in the
Nop, nop, nop
right, you singin' more than you rappin'
Now Fifty that right

Fifty, meet Fifty, he's the fakest thug you've seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never 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 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 around with twenty cops talking shit on records
And never be comin' out of his house like he can't get touched man
I'm respond one time, one time only

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