Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Em'

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

This industry ass (FUCK EM!)
A&R's that think they rappers (FUCK EM!)
Set tripping ass (FUCK EM!)
Closed-minded directors (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 rappers be killing 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 me potna I signed me
What the fuck you think E-40 be is he really from the game?
People love me mane I'm an it's more than 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 hot like the left sink handle
Mobster like Marlon Randolph keep it lid like a
Or sumthing like Rambo mandatory I pull the torch (uhh)
I'm an heevan
Chico State Police, they ban me for no reason
And oh yeah, just to suckers know
I rapping to fast y'all just listening too slow

3:]
Uhh! They I was this but I was really that
I been making records before some of was in y'all daddy's nut sack
then ever
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 blow? Man I plead the fif
How you get rich than tho? Bitch by this...
Dedication of hard work, sweat and tears, this luck
This one of the longest runs in any rap career what
I got my name from 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
Just me and my family I know nobody
But my fans and my folks and my homies
be ready to scrap if somebody say sumthing bad about me