Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Dat Nigga

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

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

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

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

See I'm a hustler, just look at my
All canary diamonds, looking like piss
Yo Flip, these boys acting
I got and respect, plus I'm packing power

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

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

Ladies, we just talking 'bout you
'Cause some of these niggaz is too
And you know who, no to say no name
I'ma gas these niggaz up, like a tank of

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

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

Man, fuck that
(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)
Blank, you riding
(Hell yeah, I'm riding)

Every time I open my mouth, I'ma see 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 some shine, brah, I'll loosen your tooth
Better get wet ya with my tech and swoop in the coupe
I'm a gangsta my nigga, coming from the left side
Equipped with a pistol grip, that will your chest wide

I'm the King of the Ghetto, I gave myself that
Ain't help me get rich, I made myself that change
Talking 'bout charging me twenty thousand to spit a verse
Bitch, I'm a legend, read about me, fuck it, come and see me

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

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

Man, fuck nigga
(Fuck nigga)
You ain't heard 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 mouth now, 'cause what you say can bring death
One day you gon' say shit a nigga can't accept
Blank, the Bull, a big chip off the old block
It ain't gotta be in Cloverland to be a Clover Gee

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

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

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

Man, fuck that
(Fuck nigga)
You ain't heard about my
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)

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

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

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

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

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

Man, that nigga
(Fuck nigga)
You ain't 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)

Nigga, now how you gon' try to Z-Ro
grand for a mo'fucking verse
Nigga, shit ain't worth
A goddamn wing dinner