Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck 'Em

Verse 1: Ross]
after c-note, put the remix on my kilo
Thought I wouldn't it, now I'm winning -- Timothy Tebow
Fourth quarter, I'm back; quarter, in fact
Fourth quarter, that Fourth Ward in all black
I said and I meant that; advance, you spent that
Corvette so clean think Bruce Springsteen rid that
just like sneakers, just got me ten pair
Dubai, I there -- but fuck that, we in here
Roll up and inhale, I live next to
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 working now, they knocked it down, going back
All I is Benzos, squatting on Lorenzos
Stack my money tenfold, make my new ten-four

[Hook: Ross]
Fuck em, fuck em, I'm screaming em
em, fuck em, I'm screaming fuck em
Fuck all you
Watch me fuck all 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 fuck em
I got five Benzes
is my deposition
I'm screaming, "Fuck witness"
Cause bitch, I'm big
I'm screaming 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, coupe a crib
Riding the chopper, like it's my friend
for real niggas only, I still bet with Kobe
Got a in my garage that say, "Foreign only"
Forces pouring, on mixtapes I'm
See my shit fire shit, and yo' shit boring
I'm chain smoking loud like a Newport
Dad wasn't -- my father figure was Too Short
New Porsche up, two cups got juice in it
Two forks, two pots, I whip it both-handed
My girl is bow-legged, just do it like Bo
beat I'm toe-tagging, charm big as a Volkswagon
Money got me sagging, it really matter
I run round these niggas' world like Saturn

[Verse 3:
Foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit
Riding five deep and I'm as as them congressmen
Sixty-two, without no tint; roof on my new shit
since my drive increased, my driver see the profit
Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me
Smoke Mark McGwire strong, Oakland ain't no basic smoke
Shout-out to lady, a.k.a. MMG favorite ho
Tell ass the way to go before I show her where to go
No Canseco, and I'm switching at one six oh
A trees fine -- a police siren!
Woop woop -- nah, that's just
And you cute, let's get low
On the low, I'mma that jazz
Jungle fever for the
Horny or white, Anglo-Sax