Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Dat Nigga

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

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

Man, fuck nigga
(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
AT&T, my guillotines reach out and touch ya
Bust ya like a head off shoulders, then dust ya
Pluck my Desert to the bone, then crush ya

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

Stacking up dollars, niggaz wanna 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 sweep up the

I got my serve, that ain't mama
you with 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 to your town

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

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

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

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)

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

But fuck some shine, brah, I'll loosen tooth
Better get wet ya my tech weapon 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 nobody help me get rich, I made myself that
Talking 'bout charging me twenty thousand dollars to spit a
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 ass in line and straight up get strangled
Z-Ro, the Crooked, the of the Screwed Up Click
Fuck all that ear boxing, go 'head and ya shoes up, bitch

Man, that nigga
(Fuck nigga)
running your mouth
I'ma that 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)
Point Blank, you
(Hell yeah, I'm riding)

Watch your mouth now, 'cause you say can bring death
One day you say some shit a nigga can't accept
Point Blank, the Bull, a big chip off the old
It gotta 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 be iight
I know I might do some time, shoot me a kite

I write straight from the heart, so I shoot straight for the
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, that nigga
(Fuck nigga)
Keep running your
I'ma touch nigga

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)

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

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

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

'bout my whole team, he know I roll with G's
So why should I fear a man 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 your
touch that nigga

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)
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