Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck 'Em

Verse 1: Ross]
C-note c-note, put the remix on my kilo
Thought I make it, now I'm winning -- Timothy Tebow
Fourth quarter, I'm back; quarter, in fact
Fourth quarter, that sack; Ward in all black
I said boss and I meant advance, you spent that
so clean you'll think Bruce Springsteen rid that
Cars just sneakers, just got me ten pair
Dubai, I been there -- but fuck that, we in
up and inhale, I live next to Denzel
Alonzo, my condo three mil', this shit real
and iPad, Air Max, and my gat
Left hand got ten back pocket, four stacks
All I is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat
Half these working now, they knocked it down, they're going back
All I is Benzos, squatting on Lorenzos
Stack my tenfold, make this my new ten-four

[Hook: Rick
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 screaming em, fuck em, I'm screaming fuck em
Fuck em, em, I'm screaming fuck em
I got different Benzes
is my deposition
I'm screaming, "Fuck witness"
Cause bitch, I'm big
I'm fuck em

[Verse 2: 2
'Migo hit my boost, 'migo hit my
What you know about walking in the Gucci and they salute?
Chain cost a coupe, cost a crib
Riding the chopper, like it's my friend
This for niggas only, I still bet with Kobe
Got a in my garage that say, "Foreign only"
pouring, on mixtapes I'm touring
See my that fire shit, and yo' shit boring
I'm chain smoking like it's a Newport
Dad wasn't around -- my figure was Too Short
New deuced up, two cups got juice 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, charm big as a
got me sagging, it really doesn't matter
I run circles round these niggas' like Saturn

[Verse 3:
Black Foamposites, it's like we on mobbing shit
five deep and I'm as dirty as them congressmen
Sixty-two, without no tint; missing on my new shit
Ironic since my increased, my driver see the profit
Yeah, work, you niggas, pay me though
Smoke that McGwire strong, Oakland ain't no basic smoke
to your 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 switching at one six oh
A nigga fine -- a police siren!
woop -- nah, that's just Diplo
And you cute, let's get low
On the low, I'mma that jazz
fever for the night
Horny or white, Anglo-Sax