Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck 'Em

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

[Hook: Rick
Fuck em, fuck em, I'm fuck em
em, fuck em, I'm screaming fuck em
Fuck all you
me fuck all these bitches
I got different Rollies
And they all mint

I'm screaming fuck em, fuck em, I'm screaming em
Fuck em, em, I'm screaming fuck em
I got five Benzes
This is my
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 a coupe, coupe cost a crib
Riding the chopper, like it's my friend
This for real niggas only, I still bet with
Got a sign in my that say, "Foreign only"
pouring, on mixtapes I'm touring
See my shit fire shit, and yo' shit boring
I'm chain smoking loud it's a Newport
Dad wasn't around -- my father was Too Short
New deuced 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
Every I'm toe-tagging, charm big as a Volkswagon
Money got me sagging, it really doesn't
I run circles these niggas' world like Saturn

[Verse 3:
Black Foamposites, it's like we on that shit
Riding five deep and I'm as dirty as congressmen
Sixty-two, no tint; missing roof on my new shit
Ironic my drive increased, my driver see the profit
Yeah, work, you niggas, pay me though
that Mark McGwire strong, Oakland ain't no basic smoke
Shout-out to your lady, a.k.a. MMG 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 nigga trees fine -- a siren!
woop -- nah, that's just Diplo
And you cute, let's get low
On the low, talk that jazz
Jungle fever for the
or white, that's Anglo-Sax