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

[Hook: Ross]
Fuck em, fuck em, I'm screaming em
Fuck em, fuck em, I'm fuck em
Fuck all you
Watch me fuck all these
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 five Benzes
is my deposition
I'm screaming, "Fuck witness"
bitch, I'm big business
I'm fuck em

[Verse 2: 2
hit my boost, 'migo hit my boost
What you know about in the Gucci store and they salute?
Chain a coupe, coupe cost a crib
Riding with the chopper, 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 shit fire shit, and yo' shit boring
I'm chain loud like it's 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 Bo Jackson
beat I'm toe-tagging, charm big as a Volkswagon
Money got me sagging, it really doesn't
I run circles round these niggas' like Saturn

[Verse 3:
Black Foamposites, it's like we on that shit
Riding five deep and I'm as as them congressmen
Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new
Ironic since my increased, my driver see the profit
Yeah, work, you niggas, pay me though
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 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 talk jazz
Jungle fever for the
Horny or white, Anglo-Sax