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 -- Timothy
Fourth quarter, I'm fourth 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 Bruce Springsteen rid that
just like sneakers, just got me ten pair
Dubai, I been -- but fuck that, we in here
up and inhale, I live 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 niggas gon' rat
Half these niggas working now, knocked it down, they're going back
All I need is Benzos, squatting on
my money tenfold, make this my new ten-four

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

I'm screaming em, fuck em, I'm screaming fuck em
Fuck em, fuck em, I'm fuck 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
hit my boost, 'migo hit my boost
What you about walking in the Gucci store and they salute?
Chain cost a coupe, cost a crib
Riding with the chopper, like it's my
This for real only, I still bet with Kobe
Got a sign in my garage say, "Foreign only"
pouring, on mixtapes I'm touring
See my shit that fire shit, and yo' shit
I'm chain smoking like it's 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 it both-handed
My is bow-legged, just do it like Bo Jackson
Every beat I'm toe-tagging, charm big as a
Money got me sagging, it doesn't matter
I run circles round these niggas' world Saturn

[Verse 3:
Foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit
Riding five and I'm as dirty as them congressmen
Sixty-two, no tint; missing 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
Shout-out to your lady, a.k.a. MMG 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 trees fine -- a police siren!
Woop woop -- nah, that's Diplo
And you cute, let's get low
On the low, I'mma that jazz
Jungle fever for the
Horny or white, that's