Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Dat Nigga

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

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

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 you, bitch, I don't trust you
Like AT&T, my reach out and touch ya
ya like a head 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 yellow diamonds, looking like piss
Yo Flip, these boys acting
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 clutch my
Pick up the street sweeper, to up the street

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

Ladies, we just talking 'bout you
'Cause some of these niggaz is too
And you know who, no to say no name
I'ma gas these niggaz up, like a of propane

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

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

Man, that 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)

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

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

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

now I'm barring eleven niggaz and seven record labels
You can jump your 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, that nigga
(Fuck nigga)
Keep running your
I'ma touch that

Man, fuck nigga
(Fuck nigga)
You ain't 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 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 fuck you get a gun in bitch?
When I see him ninety nice, gon' be iight
I know I might do some time, just shoot me a

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Man, that 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)

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