Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Dat Nigga

Oh yeah, all the fucked niggaz get the fuck out the way
what time it is nigga, Screwed Up Click

Man, that nigga
(Fuck nigga)
Keep running mouth
I'ma touch that

Man, fuck that
(Fuck nigga)
You ain't heard my state
We Up nigga

Will-Lean you
(Yeah, I'm riding)
B.G. Duke you
(Yeah I'm riding)

Z-Ro, you
(Yeah, I'm riding)
Blank, you riding
(Hell yeah, I'm riding)

Motherfuck you, rush you, bitch, I don't trust you
Like AT&T, my guillotines reach out and ya
Bust ya like a head off shoulders, then dust ya
Pluck my Desert Eagle to the bone, then ya

See I'm a hustler, look at my wrist
All yellow diamonds, looking like piss
Yo Flip, these boys sour
I got money and respect, plus I'm power

Stacking up dollars, wanna fuck with me
If it's hood, it's all good, so your heat
Even though I'm on parole, I still clutch my
Pick up the street sweeper, to up the street

I got my serve, that ain't your
you with the pistol and tell ya, I ain't your mama
I'm ready for drama, I sleep with the fo'
It ain't shit to send my free lancers to your

Ladies, we ain't talking 'bout you
'Cause some of niggaz is bitches too
And you know who, no to say no name
I'ma gas these niggaz up, a tank of propane

They say we strapped, they lied to ya
They say Flip ain't Cloverland, they lied to ya
We got the mansion,n three kitchen, ain't lying
Maybach, reclining seats, we get tired, brah

Man, fuck nigga
(Fuck nigga)
Keep your mouth
I'ma touch nigga

Man, that nigga
(Fuck nigga)
You ain't heard about my
We Screwed Up

Will-Lean, you
(Yeah, I'm riding)
B.G. Duke, you
(Yeah I'm riding)

Z-Ro, you
(Yeah, I'm riding)
Blank, you riding
(Hell yeah, I'm riding)

Every time I my mouth, I'ma see talking shit
Fuck a rap nigga, I slap niggaz, it's best you keep on walking
I represent the Southside of Screwston,
Got my name in yellow diamonds
Right up under my necklace

But fuck some shine, brah, I'll loosen your
get wet ya with my tech weapon and swoop in the coupe
'Cause I'm a gangsta my nigga, coming from the left
Equipped with a grip, that will open your chest wide

I'm the of the Ghetto, I gave myself that name
nobody help me get rich, I made myself that change
Talking 'bout me twenty thousand dollars to spit a verse
Bitch, I'm a legend, read about me, it, come and see about me

Right now I'm barring eleven niggaz and seven labels
You can jump your narrow ass in line and straight up get
Z-Ro, the Crooked, the gangsta of the Up Click
Fuck all ear boxing, go 'head and lace ya shoes up, bitch

Man, fuck that
(Fuck nigga)
running your mouth
I'ma touch nigga

Man, fuck nigga
(Fuck nigga)
You heard about my state
We Screwed Up

Will-Lean, you
(Yeah, I'm riding)
B.G. Duke, you
(Yeah I'm riding)

Z-Ro, you
(Yeah, I'm riding)
Blank, you riding
(Hell yeah, I'm riding)

Watch your mouth now, 'cause you say can bring death
One day you gon' say some a nigga can't accept
Point Blank, the Bull, a big off the old block
It ain't gotta be in to be a Clover Gee block

Boy, we run this shit, Flip having fun this shit
And you tripping, Blank, how the fuck you get a gun in bitch?
When I see him ninety nice, gon' be iight
I know I might do some time, just shoot me a

I write straight from the heart, so I straight for the heart
If Flip said fuck T.I., then fuck that mark
for li', till I flat line trick
Talk a lot of but I can back mine, bitch, what's up?

Man, that nigga
(Fuck nigga)
running your mouth
I'ma that nigga

Man, fuck nigga
(Fuck nigga)
You heard about my state
We Screwed Up

Will-Lean, you
(Yeah, I'm riding)
B.G. Duke, you
(Yeah, I'm riding)

Z-Ro, you
(Yeah, I'm riding)
Point Blank, you
(Hell yeah, I'm riding)

Oh no, that nigga scaring me
Look, I don't wanna about, your ass weighing ki's
This lil' nigga ain't a threat, you a nigga
'Cause in my hood, I play the like Deon nigga

Them only fucking with you, 'cause you pay 'em for beats
And I saw that bullshit, you got on your teeth
My grill cost thirty G's, my ice cost
Say you gained a lil' weight if you drank lean

Hey, I got beef with a nigga that weigh pounds
He wear my bracelet in the pool, that probably drown
Big Oomp got my back, Pastor got my back
And you know, Ludacris got my fucking

Asking 'bout my whole team, he know I roll G's
So why should I a man that bleed like me
Down in Texas, we feeling you, kid
As far as record go, I'm killing you, bitch

Man, that nigga
(Fuck nigga)
Keep running mouth
I'ma touch that

Man, fuck nigga
(Fuck nigga)
You ain't about my state
We Up nigga

Will-Lean, you
(Yeah, I'm riding)
B.G. Duke, you
(Yeah, I'm riding)

Z-Ro, you
(Yeah, I'm riding)
Point Blank, you
(Hell yeah, I'm riding)

Nigga, now how you try to charge Z-Ro
Twenty for a mo'fucking verse
Nigga, that shit ain't
A goddamn wing dinner