Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Dat Nigga

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

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

Man, fuck that
(Fuck nigga)
You ain't about my state
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 reach out and ya
Bust ya like a off your shoulders, then dust ya
Pluck my Desert Eagle to the bone, crush ya

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

Stacking up dollars, niggaz wanna fuck me
If it's hood, it's all good, so tuck 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 your
Smack you the pistol and tell ya, I ain't your mama
I'm ready for drama, I sleep the fo' pound
It ain't shit to my free lancers to your town

Ladies, we just talking '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

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

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

time I open my mouth, I'ma see talking shit
Fuck a rap nigga, I slap niggaz, it's you keep on walking bitch
I the Southside of Screwston, Texas
Got my name spinning in diamonds
Right up under my Rap-A-Lot

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

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 dollars to spit a
Bitch, I'm a legend, about me, fuck it, come and see about me

Right now I'm barring eleven niggaz and seven labels
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 up, bitch

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

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)

Watch your mouth now, what you say can bring death
One day you gon' say some shit a nigga can't
Point Blank, the Bull, a big chip off the old
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 you get a gun in this bitch?
When I see him ninety nice, Southside be iight
I know I do some time, just shoot me a kite

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

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

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

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

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

Man, fuck nigga
(Fuck nigga)
Keep your mouth
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)
Blank, you riding
(Hell yeah, I'm riding)

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