Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck 'Em

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

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 different Rollies
And they all condition

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

2: 2 Chainz]
'Migo hit my boost, hit my boost
What you know about walking in the Gucci and they salute?
Chain cost a coupe, coupe cost a
Riding the chopper, like it's my friend
This for real niggas only, I bet with Kobe
Got a in my garage that say, "Foreign only"
Forces pouring, on mixtapes I'm
See my shit that shit, and yo' shit boring
I'm chain loud 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 whip it both-handed
My is bow-legged, just do it like Bo Jackson
Every beat I'm toe-tagging, charm big as a
Money got me sagging, it really matter
I run circles round these niggas' world Saturn

[Verse 3:
Foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit
Riding five and I'm as dirty as them 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
Smoke that Mark McGwire strong, Oakland ain't no smoke
to your 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 lanes at one six oh
A nigga fine -- a police siren!
Woop woop -- nah, that's Diplo
And you cute, let's get low
On the low, I'mma talk that
fever for the night
Horny or white, Anglo-Sax