Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Dat Nigga

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

Man, fuck nigga
(Fuck nigga)
Keep your mouth
touch that nigga

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

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

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

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

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

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

They say we strapped, they lied to ya
They say Flip from Cloverland, they lied to ya
We got the mansion,n three kitchen, lying brah
Maybach, reclining seats, 'case we get tired,

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

Man, fuck that
(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)

Every I open my mouth, I'ma see talking shit
Fuck a rap nigga, I slap niggaz, best you keep on walking bitch
I represent the Southside of Screwston,
Got my name in yellow diamonds
Right up my Rap-A-Lot necklace

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

I'm the of the Ghetto, I gave myself that name
Ain't nobody help me get rich, I made that change
Talking charging me twenty thousand dollars to spit a verse
Bitch, I'm a legend, read me, fuck it, come and see about me

Right now I'm barring eleven and seven record labels
You can your narrow ass in line and straight up get strangled
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)
Keep running your
touch that nigga

Man, fuck that
(Fuck nigga)
You heard 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)

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

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

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

Man, fuck nigga
(Fuck nigga)
Keep running mouth
touch that nigga

Man, fuck 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)

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

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

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

Asking 'bout my whole team, he know I roll G's
So why should I fear a man that bleed me
Down in Texas, we ain't you, kid
As far as record sales go, I'm you, bitch

Man, that nigga
(Fuck nigga)
Keep running your
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)

Nigga, now how you gon' try to Z-Ro
Twenty grand for a verse
Nigga, that shit ain't
A wing dinner bitch