Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Dat Nigga

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

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

Man, fuck nigga
(Fuck nigga)
You ain't heard 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, I'll rush you, bitch, I don't you
Like AT&T, my guillotines out and touch ya
Bust ya like a off your shoulders, then dust ya
Pluck my Desert Eagle to the bone, then ya

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

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

I got my serve, that your mama
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 to send my free lancers to your town

Ladies, we ain't talking 'bout you
'Cause of these niggaz is bitches too
And you know who, no to say no name
I'ma gas these niggaz up, a tank 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, ain't lying
Maybach, seats, 'case we get tired, brah

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

time 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 of Screwston, Texas
Got my name in yellow diamonds
Right up under my necklace

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

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

Right now I'm barring eleven niggaz and record labels
You can jump your narrow ass in line and straight up get
Z-Ro, the Crooked, the gangsta of the Up Click
Fuck all that ear boxing, go and lace ya shoes up, bitch

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

Man, that nigga
(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)

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 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 this
And you tripping, Blank, how the fuck you get a gun in this
When I see him nice, Southside gon' be iight
I know I might do some time, shoot me a kite

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

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

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

Them niggaz only fucking 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 cost
Say you a lil' weight if you drank some lean

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

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

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

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