Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck 'Em

Verse 1: Ross]
C-note after c-note, put the on my kilo
Thought I wouldn't make it, now I'm winning -- Tebow
Fourth quarter, I'm back; fourth quarter, in
Fourth quarter, that Fourth Ward in all black
I said boss and I meant that; advance, you spent
so clean you'll think Bruce 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 three mil', this 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 back
All I is Benzos, squatting on Lorenzos
Stack my money tenfold, make my new ten-four

[Hook: Ross]
em, fuck em, I'm screaming fuck em
Fuck em, em, I'm screaming fuck em
all you haters
Watch me fuck all bitches
I got different Rollies
And they all mint

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

2: 2 Chainz]
'Migo hit my boost, hit my boost
What you know about walking in the Gucci store and salute?
Chain cost a coupe, coupe cost a
Riding the chopper, like it's my friend
for real niggas only, I still bet with Kobe
Got a sign in my garage say, "Foreign only"
Forces pouring, on I'm touring
See my shit that fire shit, and yo' shit
I'm chain smoking loud like a Newport
Dad wasn't around -- my figure was Too Short
New Porsche deuced up, two cups got in it
Two forks, two pots, I could whip it
My is bow-legged, just do it like Bo Jackson
beat I'm toe-tagging, charm big as a Volkswagon
Money got me sagging, it really doesn't
I run round these niggas' world like Saturn

[Verse 3:
Black Foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing
Riding five deep and I'm as dirty as them
Sixty-two, without no missing roof on my new shit
since my drive increased, my driver see the profit
Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me
Smoke that Mark McGwire strong, Oakland no basic smoke
to your lady, a.k.a. MMG favorite ho
Tell that ass the way to go before I her where to go
No Canseco, and I'm switching at one six oh
A nigga trees -- a police siren!
woop -- nah, that's just Diplo
And you cute, let's get low
On the low, talk that jazz
Jungle for the night
Horny or white, Anglo-Sax