Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck 'Em

Verse 1: Rick
after c-note, put the remix on my kilo
Thought I wouldn't make it, now I'm winning -- Tebow
Fourth quarter, I'm back; fourth quarter, in
Fourth quarter, that sack; Fourth Ward in all
I said boss and I that; advance, you spent that
Corvette so clean you'll Bruce Springsteen rid that
Cars just sneakers, just got me ten pair
Dubai, I been there -- but fuck that, we in
Roll up and inhale, I live to Denzel
Alonzo, my cost three mil', this shit real
and iPad, Air Max, and my gat
Left hand got ten back pocket, four stacks
All I need is bad hoes, all these niggas rat
Half these niggas now, they knocked it down, they're going back
All I need is Benzos, squatting on
Stack my money tenfold, make my new ten-four

Rick Ross]
Fuck em, em, I'm screaming fuck em
Fuck em, fuck em, I'm screaming em
all you haters
Watch me all these bitches
I got eight Rollies
And all mint condition

I'm screaming em, fuck em, I'm screaming fuck em
Fuck em, fuck em, I'm screaming em
I got five Benzes
is my deposition
I'm screaming, "Fuck witness"
Cause bitch, I'm big
I'm fuck em

2: 2 Chainz]
'Migo hit my boost, hit my boost
What you know walking in the Gucci store and they salute?
Chain cost a coupe, cost a crib
with the chopper, like it's my friend
This for real only, I still bet with Kobe
Got a sign in my that say, "Foreign only"
Forces pouring, on I'm touring
See my shit that shit, and yo' shit boring
I'm chain smoking loud like a Newport
Dad wasn't -- my father figure was Too Short
New Porsche deuced up, two cups got in it
Two forks, two pots, I could whip it
My girl is bow-legged, do it like Bo Jackson
Every beat I'm toe-tagging, big as a Volkswagon
Money got me sagging, it really matter
I run circles round these niggas' world Saturn

[Verse 3:
Black Foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing
Riding five deep and I'm as as them congressmen
Sixty-two, no tint; missing roof on my new shit
Ironic my drive increased, my driver see the profit
Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me
Smoke that McGwire strong, Oakland ain't no basic smoke
Shout-out to lady, a.k.a. MMG favorite ho
Tell that ass the way to go before I show her to go
No Canseco, and I'm lanes at one six oh
A nigga trees -- a police siren!
Woop woop -- nah, that's Diplo
And you cute, let's get low
On the low, talk that jazz
Jungle for the night
Horny or white, Anglo-Sax