Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Em'

Let me gas this shit quick
UHH!
1:]
40 Something, got it
Fuck double I'm try'na go double profit
I'm in my own lane, that shit
They back with me, a hundred thousand shit
I'm a you a square
I got that from my 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 it's the shortish on me
I feel organic no MSG
They diffy can't me they tardy
They true they hella late they outta with the streets
favorite rapper is weak to me they need to stop sleeping on me
Separately the game I'm a whole 'nother pedigree
They did them like they used to no mo, mane I'm alone
I made outta steel these niggas made outta Styrofoam

This ass niggas (FUCK EM!)
that think that they rappers (FUCK EM!)
Set ass DJ's (FUCK EM!)
program directors (FUCK EM!)
Internet guys (FUCK EM!)
that steal and lie (FUCK EM!)
Janky ass (FUCK EM!)
If they ain't rockin' with (FUCK EM!)
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These funny ass acting commercialize be killing me
But they wouldn't be shit radio, BET or MTV
Everybody wanna know how I got how I became a celebrity
I did it independently didn't nobody me potna I signed me
What the fuck you think be saying is he really from the game?
People love me mane I'm an icon it's more just my slang
People bug me mane a python I squeeze on em mane
When you goin retire? when I expire (uhh)
You not see me on the TV channel
But in the hit I'm still hot the left sink handle
Mobster Marlon Randolph keep it lid like a candle
Or sumthing like Rambo who's mandatory I pull the (uhh)
I'm an heevan
Fuck State Police, they ban me for no reason
And oh yeah, just to let'chu know
I ain't rapping to y'all just listening too slow

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