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

Man, fuck nigga
(Fuck nigga)
You ain't heard my state
We Screwed Up

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, I'll rush you, bitch, I trust you
AT&T, my guillotines reach out and touch 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, just look at my
All yellow canary diamonds, looking like
Yo Flip, these boys 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 I'm on parole, I still clutch my heat
up the street sweeper, to sweep up the street

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

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

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

Man, fuck that
(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)

Every time I 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
Right up my Rap-A-Lot necklace

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

I'm the of the Ghetto, I gave myself that name
nobody help me get rich, I made myself that change
Talking charging me twenty thousand dollars to spit a verse
Bitch, I'm a legend, read about me, fuck it, and see about me

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

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

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

Watch your now, 'cause what you say can bring death
One day you gon' say shit a nigga can't accept
Blank, the Bull, a big chip 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 bitch?
When I see him nice, Southside gon' 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 said fuck T.I., then it's fuck that mark
Southsi' for li', till I flat line
Talk a lot of shit but I can mine, bitch, what's up?

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

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)

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

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

Hey, I got beef with a nigga that weigh pounds
He wear my 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 know I with G's
So why should I fear a man that bleed me
in Texas, we ain't feeling you, kid
As far as record sales go, I'm you, bitch

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

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)

Nigga, now how you try to charge Z-Ro
Twenty grand for a mo'fucking
Nigga, that shit worth
A wing dinner bitch