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, Screwed Up

Man, that nigga
(Fuck nigga)
Keep your mouth
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. 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 head off shoulders, then dust ya
Pluck my Desert Eagle to the bone, then ya

See I'm a hustler, look at my wrist
All yellow 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 it's hood, it's all good, so tuck your
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 ready for drama, I sleep the fo' pound
It ain't to send my free lancers to your town

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

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, ain't lying
Maybach, reclining seats, 'case we get tired,

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

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

But fuck some shine, brah, I'll loosen your
Better get wet ya with my tech weapon and swoop in the
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 name
Ain't nobody help me get rich, I made myself that
Talking 'bout charging me twenty thousand dollars to a verse
Bitch, I'm a legend, read about me, fuck it, and see about me

now I'm barring eleven niggaz 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 that ear boxing, go 'head and lace ya up, bitch

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Them niggaz only with you, 'cause 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 nigga that weigh eighty
He my bracelet in the pool, that nigga'd probably drown
Big Oomp got my back, Troy 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
in Texas, we ain't feeling you, kid
As far as sales go, I'm killing you, bitch

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