Luyện nghe bài hát Fuck 'Em

Verse 1: Ross]
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 said boss and I that; advance, you spent that
Corvette so you'll think Bruce Springsteen rid that
Cars just 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', this shit
and iPad, Air Max, and my gat
Left hand got ten back pocket, four stacks
All I need is bad hoes, all niggas gon' rat
Half these niggas working now, knocked it down, they're going back
All I need is Benzos, on Lorenzos
Stack my money tenfold, make this my new

Rick Ross]
Fuck em, fuck em, I'm screaming em
Fuck em, fuck em, I'm fuck em
Fuck all you
me fuck all these bitches
I got eight Rollies
And they all condition

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

[Verse 2: 2
hit my boost, 'migo hit my boost
What you about walking in the Gucci store and they salute?
cost a coupe, coupe cost a crib
Riding the chopper, like it's my friend
This for real niggas only, I still bet Kobe
Got a sign in my garage say, "Foreign only"
Forces pouring, on I'm touring
See my that fire shit, and yo' shit boring
I'm chain smoking loud it's a Newport
Dad around -- my father figure was Too Short
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
beat I'm toe-tagging, charm big as a Volkswagon
Money got me sagging, it really doesn't
I run circles round niggas' world like Saturn

[Verse 3:
Black Foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing
Riding five deep and I'm as 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 ass the way to go before I show her where to go
No Canseco, and I'm switching at one six oh
A nigga trees -- a police siren!
Woop woop -- nah, that's just
And you cute, let's get low
On the low, talk that jazz
Jungle for the night
Horny or white, Anglo-Sax