Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck 'Em

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

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

I'm fuck 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

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

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