Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck Em'

Let me gas this shit right
UHH!
1:]
40 Something, got it
Fuck double platinum I'm try'na go double
I'm in my own lane, independent shit
They back fuckin me, a hundred thousand shit
I'm a pyramid you a
I got that from my nigga Da Mayor
Mr. is back I cut my head
They see me go pop but the streets won't let me take it there
As real as they come it's the on me
I feel organic no MSG
They diffy understand me they tardy
They they hella late they outta touch with the streets
favorite rapper is weak to me they need to stop sleeping on me
Separately from the I'm a whole 'nother pedigree
They don't did them like they to no mo, mane I'm alone
Brah I made outta steel these niggas made 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!)
Managers that and lie (FUCK EM!)
Janky ass (FUCK EM!)
If ain't rockin' with E-40 (FUCK EM!)
2:]
These funny ass acting rappers be killing me
But they be shit without radio, BET or MTV
wanna know how I got famous how I became a celebrity
I did it independently nobody signed me potna I signed me
What the fuck you think E-40 be saying is he really the game?
love me mane I'm an icon it's more than just my slang
People bug me mane like a python I squeeze on em
When you goin retire? when I expire (uhh)
You not see me on the TV channel
But in the hit I'm still hot like the left handle
Mobster Marlon Randolph keep it lid like a candle
Or like Rambo who's mandatory I pull the torch (uhh)
I'm an heevan
Fuck Chico State Police, ban me for no reason
And oh yeah, to let'chu suckers know
I ain't rapping to fast y'all just listening too

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
then ever
Matta fact I think I'm than I was hella years ago selling tapes out the liquor sto'
How many years was bro? I don't know
Prolly 24 of the vaca's or so, the late eighties about my doe
Did you pitch that Man I plead the fif
How you get rich than tho? Bitch by this...
of hard work, sweat and tears, this ain't luck
This one of the runs in any rap career nigga what
I got my name drink and hella beers to the gut
in front of my home nicknamed 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
be ready to scrap if somebody say sumthing bad about me