Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Dat Nigga

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

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

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

you riding
(Yeah, I'm riding)
B.G. you riding
(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 out and touch ya
ya like a head off your shoulders, then dust ya
Pluck my Desert to the bone, then crush ya

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

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

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

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

say we ain't strapped, they lied to ya
They say Flip ain't from Cloverland, 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)
running your mouth
I'ma 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)

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

But fuck some shine, brah, 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 open chest wide

I'm the King of the Ghetto, I gave myself that
Ain't nobody help me get rich, I made myself change
Talking charging me twenty thousand dollars 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 your ass in line and straight up get strangled
Z-Ro, the Crooked, the gangsta of the Screwed Up
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 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)

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

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

I write straight from the heart, so I straight for the heart
If Flip fuck T.I., then it's fuck that mark
Southsi' for li', till I line 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)
Blank, you riding
(Hell yeah, I'm riding)

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

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

Hey, I got beef with a nigga that weigh pounds
He wear my bracelet in the pool, that nigga'd drown
Big got my back, Pastor Troy 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 a man that bleed like me
Down in Texas, we ain't you, kid
As far as record sales go, I'm you, bitch

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

Man, fuck that
(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)

Nigga, now how you gon' try to charge
Twenty grand for a mo'fucking
Nigga, that ain't worth
A goddamn wing dinner