Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Em'

Let me gas this right quick
UHH!
1:]
40 Something, got it
Fuck double platinum I'm try'na go profit
I'm in my own lane, independent shit
They fuckin with me, a hundred thousand shit
I'm a you a square
I got from my nigga Shake Da Mayor
Mr. Flamboyant is I cut my head
They wanna see me go pop but the streets won't let me it there
As real as they come the shortish on me
I they organic no MSG
They diffy can't understand me they
They true they hella late they outta with the streets
They favorite rapper is weak to me need to stop sleeping on me
from the game I'm a whole 'nother pedigree
They don't did them like used to no mo, mane I'm alone
I made outta steel these niggas made outta Styrofoam

This industry ass (FUCK EM!)
A&R's that that they rappers (FUCK EM!)
Set ass DJ's (FUCK EM!)
Closed-minded program (FUCK EM!)
Internet tough (FUCK EM!)
that steal and lie (FUCK EM!)
Janky ass (FUCK EM!)
If they ain't with E-40 (FUCK EM!)
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These funny ass acting commercialize rappers be me
But wouldn't be shit without radio, BET or MTV
Everybody wanna know how I got famous how I a celebrity
I did it independently didn't nobody signed me potna I me
What the fuck you think E-40 be saying is he from the game?
People me mane I'm an icon it's more than just my slang
bug me mane like a python I squeeze on em mane
When you goin Probably when I expire (uhh)
You might not see me on the TV
But in the hit I'm still hot like the sink handle
like Marlon Randolph keep it lid like a candle
Or sumthing like Rambo who's mandatory I the torch (uhh)
I'm an heevan
Fuck State Police, they ban me for no reason
And oh yeah, just to let'chu suckers
I ain't rapping to fast just listening too slow

3:]
Uhh! They thought I was but I was really that
I making records before some of y'all was in y'all daddy's nut sack
Water ever
fact I think I'm better than I was hella years ago selling tapes out the liquor sto'
How many years was that bro? I don't
Prolly 24 couple of the vaca's or so, the late about my doe
Did you pitch that Man I plead the fif
How you get rich than tho? Bitch by this...
Dedication of hard work, sweat and tears, ain't luck
This one of the longest runs in any rap career nigga
I got my name drink and hella beers to the gut
Standing in front of my home by Derek Jones (BITCH)
I been selling my own my cell phone me and my own money
Just me and my I don't know nobody
But my and my folks and my real homies
That be to scrap if somebody say sumthing bad about me