Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck 'Em

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

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

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

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

[Verse 3:
Black Foamposites, like we on that mobbing shit
Riding five deep and I'm as dirty as congressmen
Sixty-two, without no tint; missing on my new shit
Ironic since my drive increased, my see the profit
Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me
that Mark 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 her where to go
No Canseco, and I'm lanes at one six oh
A nigga trees fine -- a siren!
Woop woop -- nah, just Diplo
And you cute, shorty; get low
On the low, I'mma that jazz
Jungle fever for the
Horny or white, that's